I'm Sorry, But I Love You
Chapter 33: I’m Sorry
Catherine turned around and went upstairs while saying, “Not necessary.”
The maid hurriedly caught up with her. “Miss Johnson, please don’t make it difficult for me. If Mr. Clark knew that you hadn’t taken the pill, we would be blamed. I’m just an employee...”
Catherine said with a cold face, “Please tell Anderson Clark - I won’t get pregnant with his baby. If I did, I would have an abortion myself.”
She wouldn’t be pregnant anymore.
Not in her whole lifetime.
Anderson didn’t need to worry too much.
The maid held the pills and called Anderson in a panic.
‘Have an abortion herself!’ The words reechoed in Anderson’s mind.
The more he listened to the maid, the more darkened his face became. He emanated coldness all over his body, wondering how much she didn’t want to have his baby.
…
Catherine was imprisoned in Ziting Villa by Anderson. Neither Sophia nor Lincoln was here. She wondered where he had sent them to.
She asked the maid once, but the maid refused to tell her anything.
In the whole villa, all the servants, maids, and bodyguards were like robots who got instructions from Anderson. She seemed to be the only human, who was also a half-ghost.
After taking a shower again, Catherine looked at the body lotion with the rose scent for the female and was stunned.
She had known Anderson for so many years and she knew that he would never use such a thing, let alone the lotion for the female.
She had been tortured by him in this way, but she still felt a sharp pang in her heart when seeing such a private female product. She felt the pang would strangle her to death. After putting down the body lotion in her hands, Catherine looked at the woman in the mirror - the rims of her eyes were hollow and her face was pale, and there was no spark in her eyes at all. She wondered if the woman was still herself.
Fortunately, Anderson didn’t block the web usage nor did he take away her cell phone. Catherine had been sitting next to the window and browsing online. She looked at the curses in the comment area of the comics as well as the photos in which she was taking drugs.
She looked at them again and again as if she was abusing herself.
you found
her a message, Catherine was still reading the
to survive. Someone even invested in it. October, I knew
of words to thank her
reply to her. As long as the project went well, she didn’t
was afraid that all people that she knew would become
at her phone blankly. Suddenly her phone rang. She looked down
it stopped ringing automatically, she blocked his phone
you block me?] Soon, she received a message from Owen
to the hospital but
my messages, Catherine. Have you forgotten
were received. Facing the screen, Catherine could imagine how anxious
keeping in touch with each
her message was
Anderson Clark threaten you
carefully. Owen, I don’t like you. I still love Anderson. I can’t marry
could leave her alone
phone
and can play at being cute. I don’t
experience
read the last sentence, and
she just wiped off her tears, blocked Owen’s account IDs and all account IDs that they had contact with each
his
Owen’s because of
was lost in
to the window
over and said in a panic, “Mr. Clark, Miss Johnson hasn’t eaten anything for a whole day. I
went darkened
the door, he saw a bony and weak figure sitting in front of the French window.
softly, walking towards