Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 37
Gerald was about to lay Cathleen down on the sofa, but after all, he was a human who had at least a little bit of a taste of cassian. Gerald also gave up the room for his wife to use while resting.
With a heavy heart, Gerald poured Cathleen's body into a large bed. He chose to leave the woman alone, neither intending nor interested in sleeping together. Instead Gerald moved the suitcase into that room as well.
If Cathleen is allowed to sleep in the room where Gerald used to sleep, the owner of the apartment unit instead chooses to rest in a special room to play games.
Gerald loved a room with multiple computers and a game machine more than his own. There is also a large sofa that can be used to sleep. That's where it brings the subconscious into the dream.
Now, Gerald can fall asleep young after providing a comfortable place for Cathleen to sleep. His mind was no longer circled by the message of the woman who was his wife.
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The sun began to show its charm, living in the highest floor unit that made the light managed to infiltrate the window slit where Cathleen was sleeping.
“Engh ...” Cathleen bellowed while pulling her hands up. He closed his mouth and slowly blinked his eyes.
Cathleen's hand rubbed the left right side, feeling how soft the bed was. And at once he opened his eyes wide, looking around the room. A room that feels foreign to him, but immediately knows where he is when he sees a photo of a man and woman who are in the frame above the nightstand.
“Since when was I in Gerald's apartment?” muttered Cathleen who did not remember anything. The last time her memory stopped was waiting in the lobby until her husband came home.
No one answered Cathleen's question. The woman remembered a bruise on Gerald's face. He got out of the comfortable bed, took the medicine he bought yesterday and stored it in a bag.
Cathleen's eyes skimmed the entire contents of Gerald's residence. But it was quiet and showed no signs of life. Even the sofa is empty. “Has my husband gone to work? But it's still too early,” murmured.
Cathleen turned to look at the closed door. “Maybe he slept there.” He swung his feet towards the room in question.
Carefully Cathleen lowered the door handle down. Gerald rarely locked his room because he was used to living alone. So Cathleen could see the figure of the sleeping man curled up on the sofa without any blanket.
Cathleen's heart immediately felt bad. Because of her, Gerald went to bed like that. He returned to the room to bring a blanket that last night warmed his body.
The woman returned to the room where Gerald was still asleep. Slowly enveloped the husband so as not to get cold, but it made the man wake up because he felt getting a touch.
Gerald opened his eyes immediately. He caught Cathleen's face, which flashed a smile at him. “Why did you get in here?!” he asked in a raucous voice but still sounded like he was being deliberately suppressed.
Cathleen did not reply with a voice. He pulled out his phone and typed something, sending Gerald a message with a response to the question.
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...Get rid of Ge the cat, he will visit you. Cats like to be diem-dibakan people food, mengakan haphazard that smells buset dah. Instead of later he bothers, mending throw away, do you gamau complicated people...