Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 141
Cathleen swallowed the saliva, it felt so heavy as to just wet her dry throat. The whisper from Gerald as if making him grumbles because a fear suddenly appeared. He knows what self-prepared means.
“How? Are you ready or not?” The sound of a Gerald whisper back into Cathleen's eardrum.
Making the sweet woman's daydream fade and replace it with a limp nod.
“Good wife.” Gerald smiled as he ruffled Cathleen's hair with gentleness. “Now you rest first, clean your body, after that we are out looking at aurora.”
“Ba—ik.” Cathleen was nervous. He was afraid that it was found that it was still sealed and had never been touched by anyone. “I go to the room first,” pamitnya while pointing a door in question. Though he just guessed it was a room to rest.
“Not there.” However, Gerald moved Cathleen's direction toward the other door. “But that's where we sleep.”
“Oh, okay, I want to take a shower first.” People are nervous there is only a reason thrown by Cathleen. He hurried away from Gerald before it became clear he was hiding something.
Cathleen opens the door until it makes a sound, she immediately goes inside and locks it so Gerald can't get in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the thumb with the lentic nails was bitten for too fear of being caught if she ever trapped and did a setting so that it could be married by her husband now.
“How is this? If Gerald knew, surely he would be angry and disappointed,” Cathleen said. Ah ... should be invited to see the aurora will make him happy, but it is precisely the unrest enveloping himself and his mind at this time.
Sitting down did not make Cathleen calm, she finally stood up and walked back and forth to think of how to avoid Gerald who wanted to ask for the right as a husband.
“Alceena, surely he can help me find a way out,” Cathleen said. He grabbed a bag, looking for a cell phone to call his distant twin in Helsinki. No one knows his original plan to frame Gerald except for the woman he's trying to call.
“Cath? Why is the door locked?” However, the sound of Gerald accompanied by the sound of a knock on the door made Cathleen surprised and reflexively touched the screen right on the red round logo.
“No need to lock, I won't interfere. Openup! What if something happens to you? It would be hard for me to help if the door was locked from inside.”
“No, I promise it will be fine.”
“Alright, just scream if you need help.” Gerald chose to stay away from the door. “Maybe he needs time alone to prepare himself,” murmured.
Gerald turned on the fireplace to warm the body. Cathleen was still trying to contact Alceena.
It's been three calls, but it hasn't been picked up either. “Where are you Alceena? I'm in need of you,” he said very softly.
“Maybe she is busy taking care of her children.” Cathleen tried to think positively. He put his cell phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.
“May the warm water make me more relaxed and can think that Gerald is not angry with me.” Cathleen turned on the shower from head to toe wet. He is clearing the mind of things that make you worry.
Fifteen minutes, it feels like a warm bath becomes unpleasant when there is something stuck in the mind. Cathleen stopped cleaning herself, she came out with a bathrobe that covered her plain body and a towel wrapped around her head.
Just one step after Cathleen came out of the bathroom, her phone rang. Soon the foot was brought to approach, reading the name of the caller. “Alceena.”
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...Negrepotin aja lu Cath! That's looking for trouble, someone else who's dizzy. Don't want Ceen for help. Let him be glued...