I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 47

The dews seemed to be seeping into her skin.

It felt cold and wet, and felt very uncomfortable.

…

In Ziting Villa…

Anderson sat in the living room and glanced at the book in his hand.

Only Arthur, who had been standing by his side, knew that Anderson was also reading this page ten minutes ago.

Anderson put down the book and looked at Arthur, “Is there any news from there?”

He was asking about the matters in the cemetery. Arthur replied expertly, “Nope. But Hudson texted me just now and said that he felt afraid to stay in the cemetery.”

Anderson furrowed his brows, “What about she?”

Studying Anderson’s expressions, Arthur replied gingerly, “According to the information sent by Hudson, Miss Johnson has no reaction. She just kneels in front of Miss Isabella’s tomb and doesn’t move a bit.”

Anderson’s brows were knitted even more tightly.

When seeing his expression, Arthur plucked up his courage and said, “Shall we ask Miss Johnson to come back? Cemetery is actually horrific. Even Hudson can’t withstand it, not to mention Miss Johnson. She’s just a woman.”

Anderson shot a glance at Arthur, “She even dared to kill people. Will she be afraid of the unreal ghosts.”

Arthur immediately shut up and sighed inwardly, “Mr. Clark was really cold-hearted.”

Catherine kneeled in front of Isabella’s tomb and many past events flashed across his mind. Her story with Isabella was like the story ‘The Snake and the Farmer’.

She saved Isabella, yet Isabella requited her kindness with enmity and sabotaged her relationship and her marriage.

In the end, Isabella died unexpectedly, but she became the scapegoat.

Catherine sneered.

Hudson, who was standing aside, was startled by her sneered. He then asked in a trembling voice, “Miss Johnson, aren’t you afraid?”

Catherine asked, “What should be afraid of? Can she crawl out of her tomb?”

“Please… stop this topic please!”

After hearing her words, Hudson felt that everything around were so weird and the vague things all looked like ghosts.

Catherine was amused by his reaction, “How were you selected by Anderson to be his security guard?”

Catherine chuckled, “Human beings are more scaring than ghosts.”

She stretched her soring legs and said to Hudson who was standing by her side, “If you’re afraid, you can sit there and play a game. I promise that you’ll be so angered by your teammates that you’ll not be scared by then. Rest assured. I won’t run away. After all, even if I manage to run away this time, Anderson would not let me go easily.”

Hudson gazed at Catherine’s side face in the beam of the moonlight and thought to himself, “This woman is not that villain as Mr. Clark has described.”

Having kneeling down on the ground for a whole night, Catherine felt her legs numb as if they were not her legs and almost fell down the moment she stood to her feet.

Luckily, Hudson assisted her.

“Miss Johnson, your legs seem to be bleeding.” Hudson noticed that Catherine’s pants were soaked in blood and reminded her.

Catherine shifted her gaze to her knees and nodded, “Not a big deal.”

Hudson respected her inwardly when seeing her composed look.

She hobbled down the mountain. Hudson glanced at Catherine with concern, “Let me send you back.”

Catherine waved her hand weakly, “No need. Come back and report to Anderson. I’ll hail a taxi.”

After Hudson’s departure, Catherine opened an App. As it was early in the morning, there were a few cars available, not to mention her starting place was in a cemetery.

Catherine sat by the roadside and waited for a long while before managing to hail a taxi.

When she came back home, she felt cold and painful. She wanted to take a hot bath. But when she took off her clothes, she found that her cloth was soaked in blood had been stuck to her flesh.