I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 75

Catherine became exhausted while weeping. She lay prone on the table.

Owen poured her a glass of warm water and handed her some pills.

“Take your medicine and have a rest. You push yourself too hard,” Owen said with a sigh, “I’m always there for you, Catherine.”

Catherine nodded. After taking the pills, she gradually calmed down.

Raising her head, she looked at Owen. “Owen, what can I do for you today?”

“Nothing actually. I’ve moved to your next door,” said Owen casually.

Catherine frowned. “You should know Anderson Clark more or less. I can’t change your mind, but please be warier of him.”

It wouldn’t make any sense if she still insisted on driving Owen away.

He was a stubborn man, and he wouldn’t be willing to leave her.

Owen answered, “I know what I’m doing.”

Catherine nodded. Dragging her tiring body, she stood up. “I need to take a nap.”

Last night, she had been tortured for almost a whole night. When she slept, she couldn’t relax at all. Now under the effect of her medicine, she felt so sleepy that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

“Go ahead.”

They were too familiar with each other, so neither of them needed to be too polite.

Catherine went back to her bedroom. Looking at her children’s photo on the nightstand, she smiled faintly.

On the other said, Johanna, who was in the middle of recording a program, was called out by her agent.

“What’s the matter?” Johanna asked in a bad tone.

“Colton Miller has been locked up. It was Mr. Clark’s bodyguard who personally sent him to the detention house. I also followed them there. Colton was quite seriously injured, and his leg was broken,” said the agent in a low voice.

Johanna didn’t care about it at all. “I see. Just warn him again to keep his mouth shut.”

The agent nodded. Looking hesitant, she said, “Probably he would be in jail for six months or a year. He asked me to give him more money. He said two hundred thousand isn’t enough for him to cure his leg. He asked for another three hundred thousand. Otherwise, he threatened that he would tell the truth to Mr. Clark.”

Johanna looked annoyed. “Give him another three hundred thousand and ask him to shush then.”

After the agent left, Johanna recalled that Catherine was still in Ziting Villa while she was driven home last night. She wondered if Mr. Clark had punished Catherine already.

After Catherine woke up again, it was already noon.

She was about to wash her face and go back to her work. As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she smelt the strong smell of the chicken broth.

She walked to the kitchen.

Leaning against the door, she saw Owen cooking with a pink apron on. She curled up her lips into a smile. “Don’t you need to work today?”

Owen put the food into the dishes. “Were you woken up by the dishes? I don’t need to work today. Tidy yourself up for lunch. It’s almost done.”

Catherine nodded.

After she had tidied up herself, Owen had finished cooking and served the dishes.

Catherine looked at the four dishes with one soup on the table. “I haven’t eaten the food you cooked for a long time. I’m almost drooling.”

Owen poked her on the forehead. “I didn’t find anything in your fridge but the chopsticks from the takeout. Have you been eating take-outs in recent days?”

“Just occasionally,” Catherine lied.

Owen didn’t believe her at all, but he didn’t expose her lie. “Let’s eat. I’ll be staying next door from now on. Welcome to eat in my apartment.”

He knew what she was worried about. Deliberately, he distanced himself from her so that she wouldn’t be so oversensitive.

Catherine didn’t realize Owen’s intention. She was enjoying the dishes cooked by Owen in person.

“I like this sweet and sour pork!

“The chicken broth is so delicious. You are truly good at cooking.”