"Shaun Hill, what the hell do you want?"
Catherine was powerless. "Do you know how bad your reputation is right now? If people find out that I’m alone in the same room as you, they’ll misunderstand."
Shaun lowered his eyes.
The bright moonlight shone through the window, outlining his straight nose and thick eyelashes. He looked exquisite and magnificent like a sculpture.
He was clearly a man in his 30s, but when he pursed his thin lips and fell silent, he looked like a youngster i n his early 20s. He looked miserable like he was... an abandoned puppy.
Catherine could not help but remember what Freya said.
He was still a man she used to love. Although she hated him before, when she saw him so despondent and getting bullied by others, she would feel differently from others.
Yes, things were a little different now.
She thought that the current Shaun Hill... seemed a little pitiful-so pitiful that it made her heart soften...
No, she could not think about it. She would go crazy.
Catherine bent down and tried to duck under his arm.
However, the man's arm clamped down and he immediately held her body in his arms.
He had only trapped her between the wall earlier, but now, they were pressed against each other.
"Shaun Hill, are you done?”
Catherine exploded, but she could not be too loud.
Even if she was throwing a tantrum, she could only do it softly. "You said you can't do it anymore, so why do you keep pestering me? Why are you so selfish? If I had known, I'd have let you be kicked out earlier."
Shaun's eyelashes trembled as his eyes brightened. "S o... You really did let Freya help me?"
Catherine bit her lip in annoyance and snapped at him, "It’s because I'm kind-hearted and I happened to see Chelsea set you up. Although I don't like you, I’m not that despicable."
"So... you've always been looking at me." Shaun smiled gently.
Catherine became upset and explained anxiously, "I just... saw you by coincidence. It was by chance.
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