NovelEnglishAfter a few seconds, her reason gave in to the devil inside. She wanted to escape.
She walked along the corridor with the support of the wall, daring not to turn back.
She cursed Leslie, "You are dead! How dare you drag me?” Ivan saw her staggering alone and realized that something was wrong with her. He walked toward her, his hand in his pockets.
After all, they used to work together.
When Ivan had just passed the door, it opened again. One step out, Leslie saw the cold, unapproachable back of Ivan.
He frowned. Was it Ivan? He stepped back as if being electrocuted. After a few seconds, he calmed down and carefully poked his head out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat was Ivan doing there? Leslie didn’t expect to see Ivan here.
The luxurious corridor smelt good.
Due to her suffering, Catherine stopped again. She turned and leaned against the wall, rubbing her temples with her eyes down.
Suddenly, she paused. Staring at the Gucci leather shoes that cinto her sight, she couldn't help thinking of Ivan. It was his favorite brand.
She had chere tonight wishing to meet him. Now, she was hallucinating.
“Are you dragged?” Ivan saw it at a glance.
The familiar low magnetic voice reached her ears like an electric shock. Catherine abruptly raised her eyes and met Ivan's eyes.
Looking at him, Catherine was filled with happiness and frustration. At spoint, she thought she was dreaming. "lvan?" “Yes.” Ivan looked calm.
The smile on Catherine’s face gradually disappeared. She was at a loss, at the stime, aggrieved. She was in a dilemma.
Ivan asked, "Who did it?" While Ivan looked around, Leslie quickly retracted his head and was therefore unseen.
Yet Ivan already had the answer. Who else could it be if it was not Leslie? Catherine was moved by Ivan's words of concern. Her nose went sour as she thought, “Perhaps he still cares for me.” Then she saw Ivan take out his phone, ready to call.
Catharine pushed him. “What are you doing?” Must he tell other people? “You are in danger. I'll get someone to send you to the hospital.” His tone was calm, without the slightest bit of anxiety.
She was greatly let down. “It's none of your business!” Must he ask someone else to do so? Couldn't he do it? He would if he ever cared. But he didn't care at all.
Holding the phone, Ivan met Catherine's gaze, which was full of resentment. “Are you sure?” “Get lost! | don’t want to see you!” At this moment, Catherine hated him more than ever. “Did you chere just to make things worse? You know Leslie would do things to me, don’t you? You are just here to make fun of me, am I right?” "Whatever you think." Holding the phone, Ivan asked patiently, “Shall | call someone?” Catherine knew that weren't it for Ivan, she wouldn't have gotten involved with Leslie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, she hated Ivan.
She noticed that something was wrong with the wine. So, she went out.
“You are in danger!” Ivan reminded, “You need to go to the hospital at once!” “Why do you have to call other people? Can't you just do it yourself? Are you sure I'll make it safe to the hospital?” Catherine knew very well about males. “Ivan, | know there is something wrong with the wine.” “But you drank it, why?” He asked.
“I knew it only after that.” Catherine leaned on the wall, her vision started to get blurry. “l am not getting anyone else's car. Takewith you, Ivan.” Ivan, a shrewd businessman, stared at Catharine’s blushed face with his calm, dark eyes. “No.” Then he put away his phone and left.
Looking at his back, Catherine felt heartbroken.
He left her alone at this point.
Leslie, who had been peeking through the door this entire time, couldn't believe that Ivan left without doing anything.
After a while, making sure that Ivan had left for good, Leslie opened the door and walked towards the woman leaning against the wall, who was now suffering from the burn.
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