Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 108
Never mind, Cathleen is dizzy herself thinking about who is the person who always sends money to her account in nominal lots. Even one month is not always up, but still routinely get notifications on the same date.
Cathleen once tried to re-send the money, but it always went into her account. Until he just makes it. But there is fear also because he does not know the source of the money.
Rather than dizzy thinking about the funds she thought were misdelivered, Cathleen had better slowly get rid of Gerald's hand that was coiled around her slender body. He should be ready to go to the office.
Cathleen left her phone on the nightstand, her body into the bathroom. In just ten minutes, he had already come out again and went straight to the walk in closet. The room was already hers and the husband, they had shared a place to store things.
Cathleen immediately came out after being neat and fragrant. She was shocked when her husband was no longer in bed. “Where is Gerald?”
Cathleen stopped circulating her gaze when she saw the door of the room slightly open. “Could have been drinking.” He was already memorized by Gerald's habit of always drinking after waking up.
Cathleen's hand grabbed the bag, put the phone in there. His feet immediately swung towards the door.
It's true that Cathleen's guess, Gerald is awake. The two round eyes saw the husband pouring milk into a bowl, like he was preparing something because not one was in front of Gerald.
“I prepare cereal for breakfast.” Gerald pushed one of the bowls to the side of the table before him.
“Tumben once you've woken up?” Cathleen asked as she sat down in the chair she used to sit in.
“I tried to change,” explained Gerald. It is not too heavy for him to eliminate the bad side, as long as it has been based on intention.
Gerald was determined to slowly change the pattern of life that looks lazy. He wanted to equalize the body's operating hours like Cathleen. Morning to evening for work, while night rest. It's also easier to approach if it's like that.
“Why? Are you tired of lazing around?” Cathleen plainly asked like that. What else is a mouth that is chewing food, making it look adorable.
Fortunately, Gerald is not easily offended if considered lazy. “For our leisure time is the same. So, if you want to go out both do not need to find empty time.”
Cathleen stared strangely at Gerald. “Isn't your time every day always free? The proof can play the game continues.”
Cathleen simply replied with a grin. It feels like he wants to ask Gerald to work so as not to laze around. But fear of offending. It was better to just switch the conversation, and he remembered not having told him about the money that went into the account.
“Em ... Ge?” call Cathleen.
“Ya?” Gerald stared with a shady look in his eyes. There was no cold, sharp side, everything that was annoying from the man had already slowly disappeared.
“Last night someone sent me money.” Cathleen retrieves the phone, showing a notification to Gerald.
Gerald only caught a glimpse, just read nominally. “Oh, good.”
“Why good? I'm actually scared.” Cathleen put her phone in the bag again.
“For what fear? Get money should be grateful.” Gerald did not show any strange gurgles in the slightest. He didn't even tell me it was from him.
“It could be money from someone's embezzlement, or corruption, and then they send it to my number to avoid getting caught. I'm afraid of being punished,” Cathleen complained.
Gerald shook his head accompanied by a faint funny smile. “If it was embezzlement money, you would have been sought by the authorities. In fact, until now it is still safe.”
“But the money is a lot, I want to return it to the person concerned, but always come back to me.”
“Already, just accept. The sign that person did indeed intentionally send for you.” Gerald did not want to be discovered that from the beginning of marriage always gave a living secretly. His wife also considered unemployment.
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...Ati-ati Cath's illicit money. Your husband is rich in narcoboy town, would follow in the footsteps of his stepfather cake. H seremmm...