“You are my woman. Wherever I am, it will be your hometown, your country! Catherine, you can’t escape from me!”
Her lips suddenly hurt, and the bloody smell of rust spread in her mouth. Catherine frowned and reached out to push him away.
Christine conveniently left her and stood three steps away from her. “Be a good girl and pack your luggage. Let’s go back to the imperial city today.”
He slammed the door of the study. Catherine leaned her back against the wall and reached out to touch her bitten lips. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings..
If she did not think too highly of herself, then were his actions and behavior now all for her?
When had he ever cared about her so much?
She could not figure out what he was thinking. She did not know what was going on in his heart, and she could not figure out if his actions were for sympathy or for other reasons that she did not dare to investigate..
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