Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 52
Gerald went in and closed the door of his room not to sleep anymore or play games. She simply changed into a pair of short jeans and wore a T-shirt covered with a denim jacket.
The man had removed some clothes from the walk in closet in the next room, to be moved to his room, only those that were often used. Gerald did not want to go in and out into the place where Cathleen was resting. So he prefers to give up, give up his spacious room, rather than having to provide a game room for his temporary wife.
Even because he did not want to interfere with each other's privacy, Gerald also renovated the game room. He unites the outdoor bathroom so that it blends in his favorite place.
So, neither Gerald nor Cathleen, no one shares a bathroom just to clean themselves or throw dirt. It is clear that Gerald built a high fortress that was difficult to break through by Cathleen.
Soon, Gerald came out again. He just washed his face, brushed his teeth, and sprayed perfume. It seems, the habit of rarely bathing is inherent in the handsome man.
Gerald's eyes did not find Cathleen in the kitchen, dining room, or in the lounge. That woman must be in the room.
Gerald approached Cathleen's door, knocking three times. “Cath? Out!” He calls at once giving orders.
After Gerald entered the room, Cathleen also chose to take a break because there was nothing to do in the apartment. He was sick too. Just want to sleep, who knows after that dizziness and weakness that hit will disappear, her husband has called.
Cathleen who was in the room forced herself to set foot on the floor. “Iya, briefly.”
Reviews of a sweet smile immediately floated by Cathleen after opening the door and saw Gerald was neat and fragrant. “You want to go?”
Gerald did not answer. He put his eyes on Cathleen's face. In his mind, this one woman was really strange. Already know sick, still strong ass.
“Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital, now,” take Gerald.
Very rarely did Gerald take the initiative to ask out or speak first. So it is only natural that Cathleen is very happy to be treated like that, because it is a rare moment.
“Ya.” Gerald reiterated with a flat but serious face.
“Wait a minute, I change clothes first more neat,” pinta Cathleen.
“No need, I just drove you to the hospital, not for sightseeing.” Gerald turned around as if he could not wait for Cathleen to change clothes for a while. “Quickly, before I changed my mind,” he said as he approached the door.
Rather than missing out on a rare opportunity, Cathleen was better off picking up a bag and a cell phone instead. He immediately closed the door. “Wait,” he cried when Gerald was one step outside.
Cathleen hurriedly walked as fast as she could to be on par with Gerald who had swung his legs in front.
“Ge, can you slow down a little?” pinta Cathleen from behind Gerald.
Gerald stopped his footsteps, looking back where Cathleen's face seemed to be getting pale. Plus the woman's breath looked breathless.
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...Very spoiled Cath, want to check just waiting for usherin Gerald first. Surely you deliberately let Gege watch out?...