I’m Sorry But I Love You

“Hello, is it Catherine Johnson, | mean Miss Johnson? There is slatest news about the case you reported last time.” Hearing this, Catherine was excited and asked, “You mean you find out the truth?” “Almost the same. A kind citizen sent us shelpful materials and revealed a suspect to us. So I'd like to know whether you're available to help identify the suspect.” Catherine was so thrilled at the news that tears were welling up in her eyes. It was a nightmare in her life, a tthat she didn’t want to recall.

Catherine hung up the phone and took a day off.

She took a taxi straight to the police station.

The policeman responsible for this case smiled at her, “We have locked him up.” “You need to identify if it's him.” Catherine was led to a room and looked through the glass at the man who was locked up.

The bony man was in rags. She could only see his profile and he looked as if completely different from that time.

For a moment she nearly can’t recognize who he was, so she moved forward two few steps.

The man seemed to notice that someone was staring at him outside the glass.

He suddenly looked back with a smile on his face.

Catherine was frightened to retreat back by that smile. That was a smile she would never forget.

In those countless nightmares, he approached her with that smile on face and a needle in his hand. She had got through those scary nights overwhelmed by nightmares. She was at rock bottom during that tof her life.

Every twhen she thought she was going to be killed, Owen suddenly cout and saved her.

‘It’s you?” the man said in a gravelly voice, with an appearance nearly the sas that of devil in the hell, “I failed to kill you at that time. What a shame.” Catherine managed to stand still with her strong will and tried to calm herself down. She stared straight at the man through the glass, “Sorry to let you down.” “Now it seems you can never kill me.” “Well, | even doubt that if you can live to the day to be released.” Catherine laughed.

The man was provoked by her words. He glared at her viciously, “Don’t count your chickens. Even if | can’t, there is somebody else who can do it.” “Somebody else?” even up to now Catherine had no idea who she had ever offended.

They tried to hurt her at such a risk.

The man laughed wildly, “I won't tell you, no matter what you say.” “I'm not afraid of death. She was worth it, even if | die for her!” Who is “she”? Catherine made another few attempts to get sinformation from the man, but he sealed his lips and refused to give away a word about other people concerned with this matter.

She cout of the room. “Is it him?” Catherine nodded, “Yes, he gavethe injection, before which | had no impression that | had met him. | completely don’t know why he resentsso much.” “There are sother evidences from that kind citizen. It's a video, in which you're clearly set up by the man.” the policeman added, “There are still svoices online saying that you're lying, but don’t you worry. We'll announce the result in public according to the procedure after we go through the details.” Catherine was relieved. Although she didn’t know who the man was working for, she felt quite contented that he was put in prison.

“Thank you very much.” Catherine stood up and bowed to thank the policemen. “Well, it's our job.” “May | ask who provides evidences for you? | want to express my thanks in person.” If it was not with the help of that warm- hearted citizen, she had no idea how long it would take her to prove her own innocence.

“It was sent from Anderson Clark’s personal assistant.” Catherine thought she misheard and asked a few times more.

“Yes, I'm sure it’s him. You really owe him a big favors, or it’s a big challenge for the police to get those aged materials and evidences.” Catherine left the police station but she totally didn’t know how she did it.

It was snowing outside.

She walked dumbly in the snow, with unceasing steps, as if she can’t feel cold at all.

All of a sudden, a man stood beside her, with a black umbrella over her head. She turned aside.

With the dim light of street lamp, she managed to see the figure, tall and straight, having dashing good looks.

His face was strange but familiar.

She was sure that she didn’t know him. If there was such a good-looking man in her life, it was impossible that she didn’t notice him before.

But for sinexplicable reasons, warm feelings were rising up in her heart.

A blast of cold wind hit. Catherine cto her sense, and gave a slight smile, “Hello? What can | do for you?” The man smiled and retreaded back slightly, handing the umbrella to Catherine, being polite and gentle.

‘It's a heavy snow, and cold. It's better for you to keep the umbrella.” “No, but thank you very much.” She didn’t know him. At the moment when she looked up, she instantly recognized it was a purely handmade umbrella with walnut handle by a top brand. One cost tens of thousands yuan.

She was not someone who liked to take advantage of others.

Whatever the reason, she can’t take such an expensive umbrella.

Still with a smile on his face, the man bent over and put the umbrella in the snow. He turned around and walked towards a British vintage car.

Catherine stared at his back. He was such a gentleman with an air of elegance. And she didn’t perceive any malice from the man.

The car started and then it disappeared in the snow. Catherine picked up the umbrella, and thought she should give it back to its owner if there was a chance.

Instead of going back to the office, she went back hmade herself soup for dinner. After dinner, she started drawing manuscripts for the cartoon that was being updated.

Unlike usual, she can’t get into work today.

She got distracted from tto time.

Why would Anderson Clark help her? She had been used to his hatred on her. For his sudden help, she can’t figure out his real intentions.

She originally had planned to thank the person who helped her out, but now when she knew that person was Anderson Clark, she was reduced to hesitation.

Catherine stood on her feet and cinto Owen's house, which was just next to her door. She stayed for a while in his study.

Looking at the photo of her and her children on the desk, she smiled gently.

It was quite obvious that Owen had feelings for her, but she can’t accept it.

As she thought that Owen was still lying in the hospital, she closed her eyes miserably. All the sufferings flooded in her mind, and she put on a bitter smile.

A minute ago she was hesitating whether she should express her thanks to Anderson Clark.

But if it was not him, she would have not suffered so much and gone through so many humiliations.

Hatred grew wildly like weeds in her heart. Despair swallowed her little by little. The last shred of sanity told her that she was not well.

She got up with difficulties and went back to her own room, taking out the drug with trembling hands.

She swallowed it.

Soaked in sweat, she lay in the bed. After a long time, she regained the peace in her heart and fell asleep in a daze.

Before sleep, she thought, she got over a hard tagain.

In Ziting Villa, Anderson was half lying on the sofa, asked impatiently.

“Where is she?” Arthur hesitated and replied, “She went back home.” 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 cto 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! “Speak!” Anderson coldly ordered.

Arthur closed his eyes in despair, “She had asked...” Previous Chapter Next Chapter