His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 743:

Her tone was playful. She was clearly trying to make Johnson happy.

Catherine wasn’t the type who struck you instantly; rather, her allure was like fine wine—it deepened with time. The longer one looked at her, the more enchanting she became.

She had delicate, perfectly proportioned features that seemed to glow in the soft light. When she smiled, she was irresistibly captivating.

Gazing at Catherine’s face—the one that always made his heart race—Johnson felt a mix of complicated emotions. Without uttering a word in response to her cheerful demeanor, he turned abruptly and retreated back into the room.

Catherine eagerly followed him inside, grinning widely.

“Johnson, are you upset with me?” She blinked playfully at him, her smile unwavering as she asked.

With an icy expression that betrayed none of his emotions, Johnson turned to face her and asked, “What are you going to do with your relationship with Leland?”

Catherine bit her lip lightly as she considered his question before replying earnestly, “Johnson, I wish to give Leland one last chance.”

Johnson’s demeanor shifted abruptly, his expression turning grim as his breathing grew heavier. Even though he had anticipated this response, he found it unbearable to hear. It felt as if an invisible force was clutching his heart tightly, causing it to ache painfully with each beat.

He gazed intently at Catherine and asked in a strained voice, “Cathy… Do you truly… Do you really care about him that much? So deeply that you can’t let him go?”

Faced with this question, Catherine lowered her gaze. Her long lashes fluttered gently as an indescribable feeling welled up within her heart. After a moment of silence, she finally replied, “Perhaps I do.”

At that moment, Johnson briefly closed his eyes. His throat felt parched, as if all moisture had evaporated from his body. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to keep his voice steady as he said, “If that’s your decision, I respect it. From this point forward, I won’t meddle in your love affairs.”

Before Catherine could react or say anything, Johnson stood up abruptly and exited the room without looking back.

“Johnson! Where are you going?” Catherine called out quickly, rising to her feet, concern etched on her face.

But Johnson didn’t stop. He walked away with a determined stride, not looking back.

Catherine furrowed her brow, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure. Was it just her imagination, or did her brother look genuinely heartbroken just now?

She wasn’t mistaken—Johnson was indeed deeply affected.

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