Chapter 17 Stapping Hairy
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Chapter 17 Slapping Harry
Catherine’s hands instinctively tensed as she kept her head down without saying a word. She had thought about moving on from this relationship, but letting go wasn’t simple at all.
Jeremy turned around and saw that the wind had messed up Catherine’s hair. He reached out to smooth her disheveled locks.
“Catherine, I’m not asking for anything right now. When you’re ready to move on, maybe you’ll consider giving me a chance. I’m different from Harry.”
Harry didn’t love her, but he did.
Jeremy’s gaze was so intense that Catherine’s mind went momentarily blank. When she came to her senses, her eyes showed obvious surprise, and her face displayed a look of panic. “You…”
She finally understood why Michelle had been so certain Jeremy would agree to the collaboration. He had feelings for her.
“I…” Catherine’s hands tightened. She looked troubled as she started to speak, but she didn’t know how to respond.
After being hurt by Harry once, she had developed trauma when it came to relationships. Seeing Catherine’s difficult expression, Jeremy also felt some regret.
“Sorry, I couldn’t control my emotions today and scared you. I should have waited until you moved on before saying this.” Jeremy smiled faintly. His tone softened.
“You can pretend I never said anything.”
He had been too impatient. But seeing Catherine’s fragile state made him hate that scumbag Harry even more.
“Let me take you home.” Jeremy quickly changed the subject.
Catherine nodded, but facing Jeremy again felt awkward. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the steps ahead and stumbled.
She could have lost the baby if she’d fallen, but Jeremy caught her hand in time, and she instinctively fell into his embrace. There was a faint, bitter orange scent on him.
Unlike Harry’s cold, woody cologne, it wasn’t as distant. Catherine pulled away from Jeremy’s embrace and said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Jeremy released Catherine, savoring the gentle moment.
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Catherine awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ear and got into Jeremy’s car to go home. She didn’t notice someone in the bushes nearby sneakily taking photos of them with a camera.
By the time she got home, it was completely dark. Before entering, Catherine turned back to Jeremy. “Drive safely.”
Jeremy’s lips curved into a smile. “Get some sleep.”
Catherine used her key to open the front door, but as soon as she entered, a kiss reeking of alcohol landed on her.
“Mmph!” Before Catherine could struggle, she was pinned against the entryway. Her shirt was torn open, and buttons were scattering across the floor.
The man’s movements were too urgent. Catherine was forced to tilt her head back and endure it. The sounds of their entangled lips and clashing teeth made her shudder. She bit down hard on Harry’s lip until she drew blood, and he released her in pain.
“Harry, we’re already divorced…” Catherine’s voice trembled. “If you want sex, go find Michelle.”
Why was he still bothering her?
But Harry ignored her and came at her again, carrying her straight to the bedroom. Catherine’s struggles became more violent.
But she was no match for Harry, who easily pinned her beneath him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Panic struck in that instant.
Catherine’s eyes reddened as she cried, “Harry, don’t do this…”
She was pregnant.
In the darkness, she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Catherine’s nerves went taut,
and when Harry put his weight on her, she slapped him without hesitation.
