Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 119

Cathleen did not reply, did not open her eyes, and did not stop removing the clear grain. The more attention given by Gerald, his heart was increasingly slashed to imagine that the husband was hallucinating that he was Chloe.

“Alright if you don't want to tell a story with me, take a break.” Gerald turned off the lights again using a voice command. He buried Cathleen's head into the chest of her field that was not clad in a t-shirt.

Gerald continued to rub Cathleen's hair very gently. His chest could also feel the slide of the wife's tears. He wanted to reduce the woman's grief, but he himself did not know what the cause was. So that you can only give a hug.

Gerald did not know that the attention actually made Cathleen more hurt and afraid to let go.

Not felt, Cathleen was finally asleep too after tired of crying in the arms of her husband.

If Cathleen usually wakes up because it is too deep, this morning she has opened her eyes as before.

Cathleen's hand instantly put away Gerald's touch. After careful thought, he should strengthen himself rather than continue to hurt.

Cathleen got out of bed. Gerald who realized that he had not hugged his wife also woke up.

Gerald's eyes squinted, looking for focus on the figure of Cathleen who was standing on her back. Then switch to looking at a digital clock that continues to emit a dim yellow light. “New four o'clock in the morning, tumben you're awake?” tanyakanya.

“Hm, I want to leave early,” Cathleen replied. He was reluctant to turn around because every time he looked at Gerald's face, his heart was always shaky and easily washed away by the man's attention.

Cathleen swung her legs closer and closer to the walk in closet where there was a regular bathroom where she cleaned the body. However, the legs paused for a moment in front of a door. “Ge, please answer my question honestly,” her plea with eyes fixed on the neatly hanging clothes line.

“You want to ask what?” Gerald got up to prepare Cathleen's breakfast before leaving for work.

Cathleen inhaled as much air as possible and let out slowly. Both hands clenched, gave strength and convinced themselves to ask something that continued to hold in mind. “Did you purposely change my look to be like Chloe?”

Gerald stopped folding the blankets. His gaze continued on Cathleen's back. “Why are you suddenly asking like that?”

“I just want to know. Please tell me the truth.” Cathleen's chest rumbled again, not the usual pounding of love, but worry.

“Ya,” answered Gerald briefly but honestly. “Did you not like that look?” The question came out with gentle intonation, but still like a thorn that stuck in Cathleen's heart.

Cathleen smiled bitterly after knowing the truth. He turned around to see how Gerald was expression. “Why did you do that to me?”

“Do what? I've given you a chance to refuse if you don't like it, but you still want to continue.”

Ah Cathleen forgot one thing, that Gerald was never to blame.

“You didn't tell me that changing my appearance became like your late lover, I thought you deliberately changed it to be more beautiful,” Cathleen refuted.

Cathleen shook her head in response.

“If you do not like the current appearance, I take you to the salon to restore your previous hair,” Gerald.

A long sigh was deliberately issued by Cathleen in order to remain patient with her husband. “I shower first.”

Cathleen immediately went inside the bathroom. He soaked his body with a shower, but kept daydreaming without doing anything but silence and lamenting fate. Not even using shampoo or soap, just dry the body.

Cathleen's brain connection suddenly became out of sync because her head was like it had just been hit by a large stone. Shocking and sick, bleeding but invisible.

Cathleen wrapped her body in formal attire. No need to dress up, she wants to get out of Gerald's apartment because it's too crowded there.

Cathleen was only carrying a bag that was commonly used for work. Don't forget your own car keys.

The woman's legs swung past the kitchen without intending to stop there.

“Hey, where are you going? Breakfast first, I've prepared.” Gerald gave the order when he saw his wife was already at the door.

“Sorry, I just left, there is an important meeting that cannot be postponed.” Cathleen origin gives a reason.

“Already, I put it in the lunch box for you to have breakfast at the office,” bargain Gerald while removing the apron.

“No need to bother, I can ask the company chef to make breakfast.” Cathleen tries to brace herself not to be fooled by Gerald's attention.

“Then I'll drop you off at the office.” Gerald swung his leg toward Cathleen.

“Don't spoil me keep, I'm not a kid!” Cathleen opened the door handle. He immediately came out and closed again before his determination faltered.

“Goodbye, Gerald. Sorry, I chose to go because being a shadow is too painful.” Cathleen muttered along the foot swing down the hallway to the elevator. Tear slides as if continue to be produced, he again cried because he had to give up distance with the husband.

Judging from a small debate over her question, Cathleen feels that Gerald showed no guilt after making her look like Chloe. So, instead of eating more liver, better stay away until Gerald self-conscious.

...*****...

...Bener, just stay with Gege, let me more easily enter to become a wkwkwkwkwk actor...

...This is not the conflict, just a warm-up let you get emotional. How's it? Tensi is safe, right?...