Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 115

In her field of vision, the scene inside the small wooden cabin was crystal clear: the room illuminated,

with Bennett lying there, one leg exposed to the outside.

Catalina's eyes turned red at the sight of him.

She doubted that after tonight, they wouldn't have a chance to share such intimate moments again.

These past three days felt like a dream to her, a gift from a fairy godmother to Cinderella, transforming

a pumpkin into a carriage, worn-out shoes into glass high heels, and elevating her from an ordinary girl

to a princess.

However, as the clock struck midnight, she remained the same plain and ordinary Cinderella with

nothing to hold onto.

Catalina, a humble girl, knew she could never become a princess or live happily ever after with the

prince, as depicted in fairy tales.

Cruel reality could never metamorphose into a beautiful fairy tale.

Happy times always passed by fleetingly, and these three days seemed to vanish instantly.

Catalina and Bennett boarded a private plane back to Sayton.

Upon arrival, Bennett's car dropped Catalina off directly at the entrance of Pallwich International

Community.

"Thank you," Catalina expressed her gratitude to Bennett as she prepared to open the car door and get

out.

However, she soon realized the door was locked and couldn't be pushed open.

Meanwhile, the driver and Vincent had already left the car to help with the luggage, leaving only

Catalina and Bennett in the car.

The atmosphere grew dense and tense, yet Catalina chose to feign ignorance. She spun around and

asked Bennett with a smile, remarking, "Seems like the car door is locked. Could you help me open it?"

"Do you remember what I told you three days ago?" Bennett suddenly asked in a deep voice.

He looked out the window, brows furrowed, his gaze distant.

Catalina's heart tightened as she had intended to dismiss the matter altogether.

Catalina forced a smile, her mouth twitching slightly. "Of course, I remember. You said that after we

return home three days later, we will act like the last few months never happened and have nothing to

do with each other."

She repeated each of his words in full.

Her tone was casual as if she didn't give a care.

But deep down, only she knew that her heart had already been torn open when she uttered those

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Bennett's hand slowly clenched into a fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

After a few seconds, he gradually released his grip, averted his gaze, and turned to look at Catalina's

face.

He gazed calmly at her.

"Congratulations, Catalina. You're free now," he said.

His last three words, "You're free," crashed onto Catalina's heart like sulfuric acid.

Agony, bitterness, and excruciating pain collided, corroding her entire being in an instant. The pain was

so intense that tears threatened to well up in her eyes.

She hurriedly pushed open the door, only to discover it was unlocked.

She stepped out of the car, bidding her farewell without even bothering to turn back.

"Catalina!" Bennett called out to her, his voice low and hoarse, as if it emerged from the depths of an

abyss.

Catalina stopped in her tracks.

Bennett went on to say, "Never let me see you again."

Catalina's heart ached even more intensely.

She turned her head away and managed a soft smile. "Alright then, let's never cross paths again..."

She hastily took the bags out of Vincent's hands and ran into the building, disappearing in an elevator

without even stopping to say thanks.

Catalina's eyes welled up with tears, and they spilled over like a flood as soon as the elevator doors

closed.

"Act as if things in these past few months never happened," he had said. "Never let me see you again."

However, Catalina knew deep down that it was impossible for her to erase everything.

The memories flooded back vividly, reminding her of the moment when Bennett had arrived at the

hospital entrance in a luxurious car, rescuing her from her awkward situation and proposing to her.

She recalled being forced into calling him "my husband" at "Heaven" a title she had only used to

address once and now regretting not using more often, given how things had turned out.

She also couldn't forget the rainy day when, despite his hurtful remarks, he had pulled her into a

comforting embrace, holding her tightly.

The memory of him buying her tampon and her favorite apple candy during their visit to her

grandmother's house also lingered.

And the time they spent together in the mountains, where he selflessly gave her his shoes and walked

barefoot himself, complaining about the dirt while accompanying her to walk ahead...

Catalina's tears fell like pouring rain on her face.

She cried as if she had lost control because she could not stop herself.

He mentioned that he married her only to mock and demean her. However, she couldn't comprehend

why when she looked back, every scene and every moment seemed to reveal his kindness towards

her.

Her heart overflowed with memories, making it impossible for her to forget or pretend that nothing had

happened between them.

Meanwhile, Bennett's hands clenched tightly on his knees inside his Bentley. After a moment of silence,

he commanded, "Let's go!"

The driver promptly responded, "Yes, sir," before driving off.

Bennett closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, and his brow furrowed with deep thought. "Take

me to the Ink Villa," he instructed.

"Understood!"

The car made its way toward Ink Villa, located atop Shaffer Mountain.

Over the past three days, Warren had been lying on his bed as Ethel Parks instructed him to do. Now,

he had been moved back to Ink Villa for his recovery.

In those three days, no more updates on Warren came in.

...

Upon Catalina presenting her manuscript to Mr. Tate, his eyes narrowed almost to slits from his

laughter, and he showered her with unwavering praise.

However, Catalina had no interest in receiving compliments and hastily left the editor's office. Just as

she returned to her workplace, it was time to get off work.

"Finally! It's time to go home!" Emery exclaimed, swiftly organizing her desk. "Let's go, Lina. I haven't

seen you in days! How about I treat you to a fancy dinner?"

"What's going on? Did you win the lottery?" asked Catalina. In reality, she didn't have the appetite to

enjoy a feast.

Since her return, Catalina felt as if her soul had been drained, her mood low, and she struggled to

concentrate on her work.

She blamed it on her long absence and jumbled feelings, telling herself everything would return to

normal in a few days.

"Even if I didn't win the lottery, I should still treat my bestie to a meal, right?" Emery suggested, trying to

lift Catalina's spirits. "You don't seem energetic. Based on my experience, good food is usually the best

remedy. Let's go!"

"Well then, I won't hold back!" Catalina agreed, and the two friends left the office together.

As they walked, they discussed where to eat, engrossed in a cheerful conversation.

Suddenly, they were startled by screeching brakes as a black luxury car abruptly stopped before them.

Instinctively, they both stepped back as the car door swung open.

A middle-aged man in a suit emerged, bowing respectfully to Catalina. "Miss Grant, hello," he greeted

her.

Catalina froze, taking a few seconds to process the situation.

Emery asked, "Do you know him?"

Catalina shook her head. She couldn't recognize the person in front of her, and she had never seen

him in her whole life.

Besides, she knew that Bennett would not send anyone to look for her. They had mutually agreed to

become strangers, after all.

"Miss Grant, hello. I am Kyler Bond, the butler of Sandal Villa. You should be familiar with it, right?" the

man introduced himself.

Catalina was caught off guard, causing her to take two steps back instinctively. Sandal Villa was

definitely not strange to her.