Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 128: It Was My Fault

The man held her arm tightly and said gently, "She's your friend. I can invite her for you, but I can't accompany her."

Karen, "..."

The man really spoke so directly.

Cathy raised her eyelids and looked at him coldly, "Is that your treat or you just come for the free-load of a meal?"

"No matter how you think about it, I've booked the place and we can go there now." Tyrone held her hand and showed a worm and calm look on his handsome face.

Cathy stared at his hand for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled softly, "You want to force me? I have no right to refuse?

There was no smile on her face, and there was a sense of sneering in her cold eyes.

She felt that now he was becoming more and more shameless, so that he even didn't show any respect to her. It seemed that he could make any decision on the behalf of her. Even if she was angry, he would allow her to lose her temper randomly, but would not change his attitude at all and would deal with something according to his plan.

Politely speaking, he was a gentleman. To put it plainly, he was just a stalker.

Sometimes she was really annoyed that she would be panicked and angry with herself, as long as there was something out of her control.

Tyrone seemed to have guessed what her attitude would be. He did not even move his eyebrows, still held her hand and smiled gently, "I didn't force you. I just went to your house in the morning and aunt told me to take good care of you."

Cathy, "..."

The woman looked at him quietly, and her heart became dim and heavy.

After a while, she raised her lips and said coldly, "Karen is here. Mr. Tyrone doesn't need to worry about me."

The man's facial features were stereo and deep, and he always showed an indifferent look on his face. Her peaceful eyes glanced at Karen, "Miss Bach should be busy in the afternoon, and it is improper to disturb her all the time."

Cathy frowned and looked at Karen.

Karen was stunned and thought over for a moment, as if she suddenly remembered something, she nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I have remembered that I will accompany my mother to buy clothes in the afternoon. Hey... Cathy, I may not be able to accompany you anymore."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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Cathy looked at her with her inquiring eyes.

Who did you help?

Seen by Cathy with that kind of eyes, Karen felt that there was cold sweat on her back. She looked around with a guilty heart and raised her wrist to look at the time. Suddenly she said, "It's so late? Cathy, I don't think I can accompany you for lunch. If my mother waits me too long, she will 'eat' me. Then, Mr. Tyrone, please take good care of Cathy. I'm leaving." "Hey, Karen..."

Finishing speaking quickly, the woman waved and ran away.

Cathy's expression changed again and again, which was very wonderful.

Could the play be more exaggerated? She just left her alone and ran away?

"Why bother others when you can't handle things by yourself?" The man said in a faint voice.

Cathy blushed and stared at him. Then she shook off his hand and shouted angrily, "You are such a shameless man, even the police can't handle well. Go away and don't follow me any more."

Tyrone took a step forward, directly put his hands on her shoulders and held her in his arms with a slight pull. He said gently, "Eat first, and I'll send you back later, eh?"

Cathy looked stiff. She leaned against his chest and sniffed the smell of his body. Remembering the conversation with Karen in the morning, her heart was in a mess. She frowned and tried her best to push him away. She said in a very low voice as if she was begging him, "Tyrone, can you stop doing like this?"

Did he know that his oscillation made her very confused and complicated?

Did he know that his warmth from time to time really made her recall with nostalgia? If she went on like this, she would really regret to divorce with him.

Her throat tightened, she felt bitter in her mouth. She was aggrieved, then she burst into tears.

Tyrone looked down and was shocked slightly.

She cried?

"Cathy, Cathy?"

Her eyes were red, as if she had been very aggrieved, with a kind of pathetic tenderness.

Tyrone was slightly panicked. He held her shoulders in both hands and stared at her. His hoarse voice came out, "It was my fault. Don't cry. If you don't want to see me, I'll leave now." Maybe she was really bored with him.