Catherine had not seen him this angry for a long time. She quickly hung up the phone and explained it to him. "Did you see those photos? Don't misunderstand
"Misunderstand? How am I supposed to misunderstand?"
Shaun grabbed the phone in his hands and threw it at her. His dark pupils were covered with disappointment, disgust, and hatred.
"Take a look at those disgusting pictures yourself. You claim that you don’t like Wesley Lyons, but you hugged him tightly and even took off his clothes. Catherine Jones, why are you so shameless?"
His phone hit her chest hard. It hurt, but not as much a s her heart was.
How many men could keep calm if they saw pictures like these? He had been cuckolded by her.
"No, I was set up! That night, Rebecca Jones forced me to drink, and Wesley Lyons saved me. Nothing happened between us."
Catherine shook her head and choked as she explained, "I soaked myself in cold water the entire night.”
"Do you take me for a fool?"
An eerie cold laugh sounded from Shaun's throat." When I encountered that situation, even a man like m e was unable to endure it. I had to go to the hospital and get an infusion to get better, but you said you overcame it by soaking yourself in cold water?"
"I'm telling the truth." Catherine forced back her grievances and tried to explain, "I can swear-"
"Shut up! Catherine Jones, I really can't understand you!" Shaun suddenly grabbed her chin tightly. "You pretend to be pure and clean in front of me, saying that you're afraid... Is it that fun to make a fool of me?!
“Let me ask you. When were these photos taken? I remember... I went to Hong Kong for a few days and Aunty Linda said you didn’t return the entire night..."
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