Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 51
Cathleen removed the fork from her hand to switch to touching her lips. He ascertained whether the lipstick was still stuck there or not. Apparently still. But, why could Gerald ask about his health condition. Though it was deliberately covered because she did not want to trouble her husband if sick, as the promise mentioned before marriage.
“No, I'm fine,” lied Cathleen. He commented on the smile, hiding the dizzy lunge that had struck him since last night. The woman went back to gobbling the dish into her mouth. Cathleen lowered her head so that it could not be observed continuously by Gerald.
While Gerald, although he looks indifferent, but actually the man tends to be sensitive to the surrounding conditions. But Gerald preferred the bodo period more often.
“Lips you polish make up, but your pretty eyes can't lie,” said Gerald in a flat tone. He began to eat and did not notice Cathleen again.
Cathleen grimaced as her attempt to cover up the pain turned out to be discovered as well. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Because I lied to you.”
Gerald pulled the corner of the lip. “Take a doctor, I won't be blamed by your family if your pain gets worse!” her word.
“There is no time, my work is solid,” Cathleen replied as she leaned over the fork. As hard as he covered the energy that had been exhausted, it was also discovered that his condition was not okay.
Instantly Gerald glared towards Cathleen. “If you get sick, your family will blame me! I was lazy to make a fuss with them. So, go to the hospital.” The sentence of the command was very clear.
Gerald stood up after basing the white food and milk prepared by Cathleen. He pulled the cutlery in front of his temporary wife. Stacking up all the dirty dishes and glasses.
Gerald took the cutlery to the wash. It was also impossible for him to let Cathleen finish all of this in a time of illness. Gerald wasn't that cruel.
“Telat, it's done,” replied Gerald while draining six pieces of cutlery that have been clean.
Cathleen follows Gerald who is about to enter the special room the man plays games while sleeping. But suddenly Gerald stopped, and automatically Cathleen also sculpted.
Gerald turned his body to meet his temporary wife. “Today you go to the hospital, I don't want to know! Check your health condition.” He again issued the order with his flat face.
“Not that I don't want to check. But, besides being busy, my car is also in the workshop, yesterday the day after just hit the stop when I was in a hurry because I was diarrhea, he said,” clearly Cathleen ended with a grin that showed her teeth and made her face even sweeter.
“Raise a taxi, or other public vehicle.” Gerald twisted his body and continued towards his room.
“I'm afraid to ride public transportation again. Last time I took an online taxi, the driver was flirtatious,” tell Cathleen. He could only look at Gerald's back which was getting further away.
Though Cathleen was very limp, but continued to force herself to look strong.
Gerald sighed, he still went into the room, but not to sleep anymore.
While Cathleen, her face was grim because she felt ignored again. Just a little while ago being able to chat with Gerald, the man had already closed the door.
...*****...
...Cath, I told you, the Gege is hard to conquer. Now, back off, get divorced, go back to the Eed. Surely if you are sick, you are taken care of as a manipulative human being. The ugly nature of Edbert, but he loves you so much...