Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 57
Cathleen and Gerald sat at each other. If Cathleen shines with uncertain eyes to tell her why she is crying in silence, it's another thing with Gerald. The man was still not easy to read because his gaze was always flat.
“You want me to tell you the truth or lie?” ask Cathleen.
“Honestly, I'm not happy being lied to.” Gerald answered immediately. He just wanted to know as sick as what illness Cathleen was feeling to make the woman cry without a sound.
“I cried because you snapped,” Cathleen replied in a soft voice. After expressing his heart, he again lowered his head because he did not dare to dive into the sharpness of Gerald's eyes that were always nyalang.
Gerald was silent, he had not responded to anything. But the man was observing Cathleen who was holding two thumbs up. “Sorry.”
Cathleen gawked at the sight of one word coming from Gerald's lips. Although only a glance, but clearly heard in the ear if her husband apologized. “You have no wrong sleeping position, ‘kan?” He still could not believe that the cold-hearted man could feel guilty as well.
“No. I'm sorry I yelled at you. But, please next time don't bother me while playing the game. Except for emergencies, you can interrupt.” Gerald replied as well as made a request. He did not like to see the women around him shed tears, what else because of him.
Gerald always remembered Mommy and her twin as well as the female. He did not want his family to be made to cry by a man. Because Mommy Gabby was young and Geraldine was also similar to Cathleen, on the outside looking strong but often secretly crying.
“I just want to invite you to chat just because you are bored, do not mean to bother you.” Cathleen looked down because she felt guilty.
“If you are bored, you can watch television or play mobile phone. When I was playing the game, it was a sign that it was serious and could not be contested. Understand?”
“Not a problem, rest so you recover quickly.” Gerald's usual voice sounded so cold, this time coming out with a little attention that was able to warm Cathleen's feelings. “You want me to lower the patient's bed?” bargain later.
Cathleen immediately shook her head. “No, I just finished eating.”
Gerald did not respond anymore. The man pulled the patient's dining table back to where he was. He brought the television remote and Cathleen's small bag over the nightstand to make it easy for the patient's hand to reach. Who knows an unloved wife is bored and in need of entertainment. Still he didn't make a sound.
Gerald was back on the couch. What else would he do if not play the game. That love is Mr. Giorgio's son with a game capable of distracting all real-world thoughts.
If Gerald was keeping Cathleen in the hospital, something else with Edbert. The man of original New York descent during his death married to the lover, is now an increasingly ambitious figure. Edbert wanted to separate Cathleen and Gerald. Either way, he will try.
At the Grisham company located in New York, United States, Edbert was sitting looking at a monitor that shows the sweet face of Cathleen, a woman who until now is still considered a lover. “Someday I'll pick you up, baby. I'm sick here, but you're in there having fun. It has been enough for his holidays for three months,” muttered as he rubbed Cathleen's face on the screen.
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...Pack the pellets Ed let the cat. Noh ask the readers, find a shaman acquaintance who cat hooks cat. If I know it's just a place to sell fish pellets, but cats eat fish too, you can change the profession to catfish, catfish, ready tau the sweet cat so smitten because you have a lot of fish for him to eat. Good idea, right?...