Anderson’s face went dark and his half-closed eyes suddenly opened widely, “She didn’t ask the police who had provided the evidences?”

Arthur deeply regretted.

Why would he tell Master Anderson that Miss Johnson definitely would come to thank him? He should remember the deep-seated hatred between them when he said it at that time.
He had nobody but himself to blame!

“Say something!” Anderson ordered coldly.

Arthur closed his eyes and spoke resolutely, “She did.”

But she didn’t come to him.

She didn’t want to come!

What an ungrateful woman!

Anderson shoved the phone down on the table. He got up and went upstairs with a stolid face, surrounded with a frigid atmosphere.

He was really angry now, angrier than ever before.

“Perhaps Miss Johnson is busy with other things. She must be very grateful to you in her heart.”

“Maybe she’s just too proud to admit it face to face.”

Following after him, Arthur grabbed the phone and explained carefully, in hope of appeasing his anger.

Anderson gave him a cold glance, “Your bonus is gone for this quarter. Give me the phone and you can go back now.” Arthur looked bad.

He heard the vase broken into pieces upstairs when going downstairs.

Arthur was dreadfully terrified. He had meant to do Miss Johnson a good deed, but he was not sure it was good or just the opposite.

Catherine had no idea what was going on at Ziting Villa.

She didn’t come to see Anderson, but instead, Anderson went to her.

In the morning, as Catherine went out for work, she was startled to see a man was leaning against the wall outside the door.
She was about cried out.

But Anderson raised his head.

She swallowed it back.

There was a dead silence.

He looked into her eyes deeply, as if a fierce beast was sealed in his profound and quite eyes.

Catherine met his eyes calmly, without any trace of avoidance or fear.

“What brings you here?”

at her face with

good while, he suddenly

“I’m

she said it, she planned to

long arm got

his eyes made her retreat naturally. He stepped near

hand and pushed her into the house. Catherine tried to resist but in vain, for he

“Bang—”

slammed shut, which gave a

against the door, and the man’s quick breath came blew in her

suppressed rage made the muscle in his face twisted, and he

throat, “Why

wanted her

you for the evidences.” she

a waitress in a restaurant saying welcome, without a hint of genuine emotion. He had stood outside the door

fighting each other fiercely. His look at her was terribly hot as

moment, it reached peak and the emotion he had held all night suddenly

He lost his mind.

sucked her pink

with red eyes, unyielding and full of

saw it, the hatred in her eyes, so he covered her eyes with

thing he

looked at her

go

known him for years and totally knew what he wanted. But she was too weak to resist. The

were hot as if

was getting heavier and

“Anderson, don’t …”

her

off her

man’s fiery eyes met her look, and he suddenly laughed, “Catherine, you’ll never

She can’t escape him!

like a nightmare

and the smile around his mouth

bent down and held her up, walking

Catherine was quivering.

not

“Anderson, I hate you.”

the woman in his arms, whose face was wet with tears. He laid her on the bed, and kissed the tears off her face devoutly, gently whispering, “Don’t hate me. You should

didn’t say

to do with her sufferings,

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