I’m Sorry But I Love You

Now the whole world had known how much Anderson was doting Johanna.

Catherine smiled bitterly. To Anderson, she wasn’t even comparable to Isabella's substitute.

While Catherine was quite down, Ethan messaged her, asking her to accompany him to attend a business dinner in the evening.

Ethan had helped her a lot. Now, Catherine treated him as a real friend of hers, so she would definitely help him.

However, much to her surprise, she met Owen at the business dinner.

Dressed in an olive-yellow cheongsam, Catherine walked in with Ethan arm-in-arm, looking so elegant and beautiful.

When seeing her, Owen almost stopped breathing. He was so excited that he strode over to Catherine, his eyes slightly reddened.

Catherine also gaped when seeing Owen. Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her arm that took Ethan's.

When she put down her hand, Ethan took the chance to grab it.

Catherine returned to her senses ... she cin as Ethan's date. She smiled at Owen and greeted him, “Good evening, Mr.

Torres.” Her distant and cold tone caused a sharp pang in Owen's heart.

Ethan chere for business, so Catherine was just a background board for him. After dinner, they went to Sky Club together.

With the karaoke hostesses and others’ dates in the box, all of them were enjoying smoking and drinking.

It was noisy and boring, and the box smelt bad. After informing Ethan, Catherine went out of the box and stood in front of the window for the fresh air.

Occasionally, a wait or a waitress passed by, and they would greet her. Sbold ones even called her Mrs.

James.

Catherine always smiled and nodded at them in response. She couldn’t explain her relationship with Ethan to them.

Feeling a breeze, Catherine stretched her warms happily.

“Are you truly Ethan James’ girlfriend now?’ She heard Owen's hoarse voice behind.

Catherine put away her smile. Putting down her arms, she turned around and looked at Owen. She said ruthlessly, “Yes, | am.

So, Mr. Torres, please don’t disturb my life anymore.” While she spoke, she was almost suffocated.

In this world, except for Sophia and Lincoln, Owen was her only family.

Although they were not blood-related, they should be more like family than others.

Owen shook his head with a smile. “Catherine, you know what? When you are lying to someone, you always subconsciously grip something tightly. You are always like this since you were a kid.” He gazed at Catherine's wrist gently. Catherine looked down at her hand that was gripping the bracelet on the other. Subconsciously, she withdrew it.

“That's a beautiful bracelet,” Owen praised. Then he heaved a sigh. “I know you don’t want to putinto the mire, but what if | insisted on getting involved?” Catherine stared at Owen in silence. He knew her very well, and she also knew him well. Once he had made up his mind, it would be quite difficult for him to change.

Catherine sighed. “Owen, please don’t act recklessly. I'm pretty well now. Anderson Clark has Johanna Scott, so he’s making less trouble to me.” Owen rubbed Catherine's head dotingly. “I'm not a kid anymore. When have you seenact recklessly?” “You acted recklessly when getting involved in my business after giving up your piano,” Catherine mumbled. Owen smiled more deeply. “If | were the one who was put in jail back then, would you try to save me?” “Of course, | would,” Catherine answered without any hesitation.

‘That's it.” They exchanged a smile with each other.

Since they were reconciled, Catherine felt more relaxed. After all, their friendship had last over two decades. She couldn't just simply forget him.

When Owen suggested sending her hat night, Catherine refused. She hailed a cab and went back.

Sitting in the car, when she was browsing the news online, she couldn't see any gossip relevant to Anderson and Johanna. However, there were a lot of comments under Johanna’s posts on the micro-blog. Snetizens praised her, while sinsulted her.

Nobody denied the relationship between the two. Moreover, Clark Group was always behind all the shows and programs that Johanna joined.

A lot of people had already taken Johanna as Anderson's girlfriend. Catherine put down her phone.

On the other hand, Hudson was standing in Anderson's study, looking annoyed. “All the traces that relevant to Miss Johnson six years ago seemingly have been erased by someone. I've just found a clue, but when | looked into it, it was broken.” Anderson was expressionless. “If someone has done something, there must be a trace. If it couldn't be found out, that means the things that were found out back then were the truth.” Hudson wasn’t convinced. Looking at Anderson, he couldn't retort, though. “How about the man who injected drugs in Catherine’s body? Hasn't he confessed who was behind it?” Hudson shook his head. “No matter what we've done to him, he was unwilling to confess. I've checked his background ... he’s not married and he has no family left in this world.” Anderson’s face beccold as if it had been covered with ice. There was a knock on the door of his study.

“Cin.” Arthur pushed the door open and walked in. With an annoyed face, he reported, “Mr. Clark, we've found the man who has taken the photographs. He said he was bribed by Miss Scott.” Anderson's face turned colder.

Arthur also hadn't expected that the result would be like this. Worried, he added, “Probably we made a mistake.

Shall | ask someone to interrogate the man?” Anderson suddenly stood up. ‘I'll interrogate him myself.” In the basement of Ziting Villa...

A young man was quite uneasy and nervous. Seeing Anderson and Arthur cin, he almost burst into tears.

“That woman paidto take the photos. | don’t know anything else.” On the other side, Johanna was watching TV with a smile. Her agent was so anxious that she couldn't help walking back and forth. “Johanna, my goodness, aren't you afraid that the man would rat you out?” Johanna ate the sunflower seeds and said, “That's what | want.” The agent was confused. “What on earth is going on in your mind?” Johanna smiled more deeply. She stood up leisurely. “I'm going to get changed. Later I'm going to meet Mr.

Clark.” The agent couldn’t understand why she could be so confident now.

Looking at her back, the agent shook her head. She had to admire that Johanna was extremely lucky.

No matter what they had done to interrogate the man in the basement, he said it was Johanna who bribed him to do it.

Finally, Arthur couldn't bear it. He suggested, “Shall we ask Miss Scott to chere so they could confront each other?” After thinking for a moment, Anderson agreed, “Inform her to cover.” “Mr. Clark, it was really she who had askedto do so.” The young man was kneeling on the ground, quite affirmatively. “If | lied, let the lightning striketo ashes.” Johanna cover pretty quickly. Gasping, she followed a servant to the basement. “Hi, Anderson. Did you want to see me?” Anderson turned around and looked at Johanna, whose eyes were twinkling.

“The man who took the photos was caught,” said Anderson flatly, gazing at Johanna and studying her movement.

Under his gaze, Johanna felt quite stressed.

However, she still pretended to be quite excited. “For real? Please let him get punished!” She had a truly joyful smile on her face.

Arthur was standing aside, still didn’t believe it was Johanna who had asked the man to shoot the photos.

Anderson said with a cold look, “He confessed that you bribed him to do so. What's your explanation?” Previous Chapter Next Chapter