Mr Trap. Coldhearted
Part 5's
Gerald stopped his private vehicle in front of a dispensary. From the beginning, the goal was to get there. The man immediately opened the seatbelt and turned off the engine. He said nothing to Cathleen, immediately pushing the door open.
Cathleen's hand reflexes pulled the black T-shirt worn by Gerald. Make the man look at her. Despite looking at each other, Gerald still did not say a word.
“Where are you going?” ask Cathleen.
“Down,” replied Gerald while forcibly removing Cathleen's hand in order to let her leave the car.
“You sick?” Cathleen glanced at the building that was right in front of her that sold various health problems.
“Too many ask can make me dizzy!” Gerald went out on his own and closed the door with moderate energy.
Cathleen until stroking the chest in the face of Gerald's nature. “Sabar, at least Gerald is not a man who is rude, grumpy, or overprotective. You just need him to help you get out of Edbert's prison, no matter if he's cold to me. Ice alone can be liquid if heated.”
Cathleen's eyes continued to be fixed on the dispensary that Gerald entered. Shortly afterwards, the man came out carrying a small paperbag.
Gerald went straight in and sat in the steering wheel. He placed the thing he had just bought onto Cathleen's thigh.
“What is this?” Again the woman asked the question that has been umpteenth time.
“No need to ask, you can know the answer by looking at the contents directly.” Gerald replied in a tone that sounded faint.
Cathleen clucking. “What is the difficulty of just telling,” his grunts while opening the papperbag and seeing a lot of drugs but they are all the same. He pulled out one and showed it to Gerald. “What is this for?”
“Preventing you from getting pregnant, and I don't need to marry you,” explains Gerald. He drove the vehicle again.
But her brain had to think of another reason to keep her married to Gerald. The only person he believed could keep Edbert away. Because, Gerald had once helped him even by pleading.
“You mean, you asked me to kill our son?” cathleen pointed to the stomach.
“Nobody was killed because that pill prevented you from getting pregnant. So, there will be no developing fetus in your womb.” Gerald immediately let out a rough breath after babbling too long.
“Just as you eliminate your potential successors. What if later you can't have children? Want to?” nagel Cathleen.
Gerald began to harden his jaw. He turned on the autopilot feature for a moment. While he opened the dashboard in front of Cathleen. The man tore off a duct tape and immediately covered the mouth of Cathleen who had talked so much that it made her dizzy.
Gerald didn't say anything, he returned to drive the vehicle manually.
Cathleen opened the duct tape that covered her mouth. “You are impolite, shut up at the person who is talking,” grumbled.
This time Gerald was not at home. Being near Cathleen caught him talking more than usual. And he doesn't like that. Gerald pulled the car over and opened the lock door. “Down!” his words were determinedly staring at the woman who managed to make him dizzy in an instant.
“What? You're asking me to come home in this condition? Only wear jackets?” Cathleen pointed to her appearance that could make it easier to be harassed by others. “What if something bad happens to me while traveling by public transport?”
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...Dizziness and gerald ngadepin the cat. Need a bodrex ga? Or panadol? I brought it to Finland, say you know that head, uh headache means...