I’m Sorry But I Love You

The disgusting smell of vomit filled the air and Anderson walked briskly to the car. He shoved Catherine

into the car, took off his shirt, and threw it away immediately.

Paul was shocked by Anderson’s forceful actions and then looked at the drunk and unconscious

Catherine. He then reacted and asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Clark?”

“Jiayue Apartments.” Since Anderson did not have an apartment there, Paul thought that it was Ms.

Johnson’s new place at City W.

It was clear Mr. Clark was disgusted with Ms. Johnson each time he saw her. He even gave her extra

pressure for her work.

Then he wanted someone to investigate Ms. Johnson’s living situation. As an ordinary folk, he couldn’t

understand how the wealthy people thought.

“Anderson, you scoundrel!” The yell from the back seat startled Paul. He took a peek at the rearview

mirror and saw Ms.

Johnson scolding and beating Mr. Clark.

Anderson also didn’t expect that Catherine would suddenly punch him several times on his abdomen.

He endured the pain as he grabbed Catherine’s hands, “Catherine, are you tired of living?”

“Get lost!” Catherine thought that she had dreamt of Anderson, “Get lost! I was doing fine and why did

you appear in my life again?”

Catherine struggled as she tried to hit Anderson.

He had thrown away his shirt and was topless. She continued to flail and tried to hit him. In his eyes,

she was no different from a lunatic.

Anderson looked gloomy and yelled, “Catherine, wake up!”

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Catherine was in a daze and didn’t respond to Anderson. She looked in a daze at Anderson and said,

“Give Lincoln back to me.

What right do you have to take him away from me? Why…”

Anderson said in frustration, “Lincoln is also my son and should naturally be with the Clark family.”

“Get Isabella to give birth to children for you. Go and look for Allison to bear children for you. Even

Sienna. Just give me back my child…”

What the hell?

“Mr. Clark, we’re at Jiayue Apartments.”

Anderson heaved a sigh of relief and walked quickly to Catherine’s place.

At the door, Anderson keyed in his birth date but the electronic lock beeped in red. Then he realized

that Catherine no longer used this passcode. The changed passcode made him feel upset. He then

took Catherine’s thumb to scan for her fingerprint.

As he entered the door, Sophia ran out in her cute pink pajamas and said, “You’re back, Mommy!”

She then saw that Anderson was carrying Catherine and Sophia became even happier. She ran

happily towards Anderson and said, “Daddy, you’re back!”

Anderson looked warmly at Sophia and said, “Yes.” Sophia sniffed in Catherine’s direction and said, “Is

mommy drunk? It’s so smelly. Daddy quick let Mommy take a shower.” Anderson carried Catherine into

the bathroom like carrying a hot potato.

The drunken woman in his arms was already in deep sleep. She looked particularly peaceful. Her long

eyelashes were like a small handheld fan. She was quiet and beautiful. Her face was pale but her

cheeks were flushed in red. She looked so alluring.

Anderson filled the bathtub with water and wanted to simply throw her in. But then he thought about the

bleeding leg during the day. He forcibly controlled himself in front of Catherine until he saw the scar on

her abdomen. Anderson broke out in cold sweat and came to his senses. His eyes stared at the scar

and then remembered the troubled labor when Sophia and Lincoln were born.

Anderson changed for Catherine and washed her face. He then forced her to rinse her mouth. He

struggled for a long time before carrying her onto the bed and then was about to leave.

“Won’t daddy sleep with mommy?” Sophia carried her teddy bear and looked at Anderson with her big

round eyes.

“My friends’ daddy and mommy sleep together.” Sophia bit her lips unhappily and continued, “Why

can’t daddy stay with us?” Anderson nodded, “I’ll have the driver buy some clothes for me.”

Sophia became angry, “Daddy is trying to fool me. You can call the driver to buy the clothes.”

Anderson closed the door and said, “Okay, daddy will call the driver. Sophia can sleep now, right?”

“I want to see daddy and mommy sleeping together before I go to sleep.” Sophia felt insecure and

stared at Anderson.

Anderson had no choice and pushed open Catherine’s bedroom door.

He clearly placed her down properly and now she was already curled up like a kid. Anderson sat at the

bedside and looked at Catherine’s room.

This apartment was smaller than any of his places but it felt warm. Next to the wall was a table with a

row of photographs.

Anderson looked at them. Almost all of them were Sophia and Lincoln from their birth to the present

day. There was a photograph of each time that he was away. His anger seemed to melt away as he

looked at the kids.

Anderson looked at the photographs and then realized that there was a photo frame on the bedside

table. He picked it up.

The woman in the picture smiled radiantly as she looked into the camera. She leaned her head towards

a man beside her as each of them held onto a child beside them. All of them smiled happily. He had

never seen Catherine and Lincoln smile so radiantly.

Anderson looked at Owen coldly. What right did he have to appear in this photograph? He was the

father of Sophia and Lincoln and Catherine’s husband. Anderson’s hand froze when he realized what

he was thinking and then replaced the photo frame onto the bedside table.

Catherine dreamed again. She dreamed about when she was still in school and was bullied by

someone. Anderson fought with that person because of her. She was like a bystander in the dream.

She looked from afar at the two men. Then the scene changed and she begged a man to let off the

Johnson family. But the man coldly refused…

The room was very quiet. Anderson suddenly heard someone sob behind him. He turned around and

saw that Catherine’s face was soaked with tears.

“Anderson…”

“Yes?”

At that moment, Anderson wasn’t able to determine if she was awake or speaking in her dreams.

Catherine mumbled, “How did we turn out this way…”

Her voice was very soft but left a heavy impact on Anderson. He immediately felt his heart shattering

into pieces.

Anderson said softly, “I don’t know.”

Catherine did not reply but continued to sob as if she had dreamed of a very sorrowful event. Anderson

grinned but was feeling bitter, unlike his usual coldness. His large palm patted Catherine’s delicate

back like he was comforting a child. Catherine started to calm down.

Anderson lay down beside her and brought her into his embrace.

The sun rays shone through the curtains and fell onto her face. Catherine rubbed her eyes as she

woke up and looked beside her.