A group of people saw the two of them and fell silent, instinctively turning their gaze towards Jerome.
He raised his head and briefly introduced their names to them, then gestured for Catherine to come to his side.
“It looks like the car accident wasn’t serious. Why didn’t you answer the phone when I called?”
Catherine suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and silently walked to his side.
“A little scratch, put some medicine on it and went to sleep, didn’t hear the phone, is there something wrong so late?”
Seeing her quiet and calm today, Jerome was a bit surprised, but he didn’t delve deeper.
“There’s nothing special, just calling you to come over and hang out.”
Catherine’s heart ached.
Was it to invite her to play, or to invite her over to excite Jenny?
Jenny left Jerome after taking the money, preparing to reconcile with
Later, Jerome thought of using her to provoke Jenny, speeding up their reconciliation.
Their love was a tug–of–war, she was just a tool.
Chapter 3
Catherine’s mind was racing, but she didn’t say anything, just sat quietly.
And Jerome, as always, doted on her to the core
The coat was draped over her, the fruit was brought to her mouth, and even the milk stain at the corner of her lips was wiped away for her. As he wiped, her eyes darkened and she smiled before kissing him.
Catherine closed her eyes, but the initial palpitations were gone.
She looked up and saw Jenny’s eyes looking darkly in their direction
He knew that his purpose of provolding Jenny had been achieved.
However, all this favor came to an abrupt end when Jenny frowned and collapsed on the sola,
The crowd exclaimed, “Jenny, what’s wrong with you..”
“I don’t know, I feel really painful. Maybe it’s my stomach not feeling well. Just bring me some medicine
Jerome’s expression changed suddenly, and he couldn’t help but stand up abruptly.
When he saw the wine on her desk, his gaze darkened, and there was a hint of uncontrollable beartache in his tone.
“You didn’t know you had stomach problems, how dare you still drink alcohol, I’ll take you to the hospital!”
After saying that, he picked her up around the waist and turned to leave.
From beginning to end, I never cared about Catherine again.
Catherine closed her eyes, knowing “the play was over, and she had already finished her part.
She struggled to get up with her burning body, said “excuse me,” and then lett
In the following days, Catherine stayed at home recovering and took the opportunity to sort out her belongings.
