Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 39
Cathleen was still faithfully waiting and observing Gerald who was trying to apply the ointment to the bruise on the face. But the man was not treating right at the wound, so Cathleen was anxious once and her hands were itching to aim.
“It's not where you're supposed to treat, but here.” Bravely, Cathleen held Gerald's hand to show him where the ointment should have been applied.
Instantly, Cathleen gets a lotion because she was presumptuous to touch her husband. Even though Gerald didn't make a sound, he knew he didn't like it.
“I'm just helping you, there's no need to look at me like that,” Cathleen said as she commented on the sweet smile that didn't make Gerald melt.
“Help not to touch, you can give me a glass or turn on the camera so I can see my own face,” Gerald replied while thrusting the ointment in his hand.
“Just hold your hand until you get angry like this. I do not have a contagious skin disease, every day also shower, no need to worry if I touch,” protest Cathleen. He put the drugs in a papperbag.
“Already, there out, I want to sleep.” Gerald shook his hand, driving Cathleen away so she could continue to fall asleep as she had only a few hours of rest. Even the eyes are still red.
“Iya, yes, I'm out.” Cathleen relented, too, it was hard to melt Gerald's cold. Usually people like that because they feel lonely so they need attention to soften the heart. But in fact, it does not apply to Gerald who is more happy to be alone.
Cathleen's feet swung towards the door, before leaving her husband alone, she turned first. His eyes could see that Gerald was lying down and shrouding his neck.
“Ge?” call Cathleen in her soft voice.
“Hm?” Gerald had closed his eyes, he only replied in the form of murmurs.
“Did you move me last night while sleeping?” Cathleen tried to ask to see why she woke up in her husband's room.
“Hm.”
“Thank you for giving me a sleep ride in your room.”
“Hm.”
Cathleen cleansed her body and prepared for work. Now she is wearing a dress.
Cathleen's habit before leaving, must be breakfast first. He just went to the kitchen without the permission of the owner of the apartment.
Cathleen opened the refrigerator, looking for ingredients or food that could be used for cooking. Don't think he can't make a dish. Of course you can, but just fry eggs, make sandwiches, and other simple things. If the cuisine requires strange skills and spices, he can also, but does not guarantee a good taste.
“There are only eggs and bread, I make sandwiches only. Who knows Gerald also wants to,” muttered Cathleen.
The woman cooks with unraveled hair, bakes bread first, and then he fries eggs. After all, Cathleen put the ingredients together, and did not forget to add mayonnaise and sauce.
The woman who is now a wife prepares two simple breakfasts. She wants to take her husband to dinner in the morning.
Cathleen again opened the door of the room where Gerald was. “Ge, let's have breakfast,” take it.
But not responded, it looks like Gerald is engrossed in a deep sleep.
Cathleen repeated three times, but still did not get an answer. With a smile to strengthen himself, he closed the door again, and sat alone at the dinner table.
“Indeed my fate for breakfast alone,” murmured Cathleen. He also bites the sandwich that tastes so good.
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...Gausah complained mulu lu Cath, you who want to marry the Gerald. Dah know that the man's heart is frozen, still ngarepin his girl back to life, he was desperate to marry him just to avoid Edbert. Though Edbert love died with you, so kasian he you are in vain...