Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 122

He stood on the second floor with one hand in his pocket, looking down at her like a bystander. His

gaze was cold and disdainful.

Catalina's heart was being cut, as if by sharp knives.

Every step on the red carpet was like walking on needles.

Her chest ached so much that it was almost suffocating.

Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her.

Nails almost dug into her flesh, but she didn't notice.

"Why is it her?"

Until now, Wesley also recognized Catalina under the spotlight.

His face turned pale with anger as he questioned Carolyn, "What are you planning to do?"

Carolyn remained indifferent, "She was chosen by your son personally and I'm just helping him.

Haven't you heard what Darnell said? Warren only reacts when he heard Catalina's name. If you want

your son to wake up soon, it's best to bring her into the family."

Wesley frowned deeply, "Are you really doing this for Warren's sake?"

"Then what do you think I'm planning?"

Carolyn coldly retorted.

Wesley was left speechless.

He couldn't come up with an answer.

Carolyn left him and walked up to Catalina.

She held Catalina's hand, facing all the guests, and said, "From now on, Catalina is Mrs. Shaffer, the

wife of Warren, my eldest son."

"Clap-"

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Shaffer."

"Congratulations, Mrs. Carolyn."

"Congratulations."

"Best wishes for Mr. Warren to wake up soon."

"..."

Countless cheers drowned out Catalina.

But Catalina felt that none of this had anything to do with her.

She shouldn't have been involved in this conspiracy as an ordinary person.

And in fact, she didn't care about this conflict. The only thing she cared about was the man on the

second floor.

At this moment, he stood there as still as a statue. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

No expressions were seen on his face.

"Ben..."

Darnell couldn't bear it any more and hurriedly asked, "What does aunt mean by all this?"

"More precisely, what does Catalina mean by all this? Does she have some extraordinary ability? Why

does aunt like her so much? I could understand that she was chosen four years ago. But after

experiencing the mess and especially when she led Warren to the current state, aunt actually still

brings her into the Shaffer family? Either this woman is scheming, or my aunt is mad. Ben, what the

hell is going on?"

"Your aunt found out about me and her,"

Bennett said coldly, turned around, and walked downstairs.

His figure looked as cold as ice.

"Aunt..." Darnell was stunned and then realized what had happened. He stretched his neck and

shouted loudly at Bennett's back, "No, Ben, I never mentioned it to aunt. Don't blame me."

Then Darnell suddenly thought of something and quickly caught up with Bennett. "Ben, something's not

right. Even if aunt knows about you and Catalina, she shouldn't have married her to Warren again,

right? Doesn't she fear you will have conflicts? Besides, why can Warren marry Catalina but you

cannot? Or does aunt think that Catalina is no match for you but for Warren? This is too strange. What

exactly is aunt up to?"

Darnell was perplexed.

Bennett's face was cold, and it remained tense.

He took strides towards Catalina in the center of the crowd, ignoring Darnell's questions.

He didn't care about the play being performed but only what Catalina was thinking.

Perhaps because Bennett's presence was too strong, all the guests instinctively made way for him as

soon as he appeared.

Catalina looked at him, approaching her step by step, feeling dazed.

He was always like this, with his own radiance. Wherever he went, he was always the most eye-

catching one.

Even though everyone present came from prestigious families, no one could overshadow his charm.

With a dangerous aura around him, Bennett approached Catalina.

For a moment, Catalina was so nervous that she couldn't breathe.

Every step was like tempting on her heart.

She even felt the urge to escape.

Bennett stopped 1.6 feet away from her.

He put one hand in his pockets and looked down at her from above, who was wearing a white veil.

Seeing her up close, he realized that she was dressed exquisitely today.

Her face was adorned with makeup, lips red and teeth white.

The thin veil covered her face, making her even more pure.

Bennett looked at her with deep eyes.

His gaze was calm, yet it swept through like a hurricane, wanting to absorb her completely.

Though he didn't say a word, just being stared at by him made Catalina feel breathless.

"Mrs. Shaffer?" he raised an eyebrow and sarcastically smiled.

Catalina's face turned pale.

She was afraid that Bennett would say something embarrassing in front of everyone, so she stretched

her right hand to him and smiled, "Hi, I'm Catalina. From today on, I will be your sister-in-law. Hope

we'll get along well."

Catalina smiled.

Underneath the veil, she looked graceful and gentle.

But that smile pierced Bennett's heart.

He looked down at the small hand she reached out. After a while, he coldly curled his lips and said,

"Sorry, I have mysophobia."

Then he left briskly, avoiding the crowd.

Catalina was left standing in the crowd with a pale face, becoming the object of ridicule.

The sentence "I have mysophobia" was obviously a double entendre.

He found her dirty.

Catalina's heart tightened, feeling an intense pain.

It was as if there was an invisible hand ruthlessly tormenting her.

This feeling made it impossible for her to breathe.

At some point, Darnell appeared in the room, walking towards her through the crowd.

He held Catalina's right hand and pretended to a fake handshake, sneering, "Future Mrs. Shaffer, huh?

I have to say I'm impressed by how different you are after just three days of separation."

"..."

Catalina just wanted to find a place to hide.

Then guided by Carolyn, Catalina had a few drinks with the guests and then found an excuse to leave.

She found a secluded lounge where she could isolate herself from the commotion outside.

Exhausted, she sank into the sofa and took off her veil.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Never before had she felt so helpless, wronged, and yet powerless.

None of these were what she wanted, but she didn't even have the option to refuse.

Catalina, you're truly useless.

She had never been so angry with herself.

She weakly leaned against the chair's backrest, closing her eyes as tears rolled in her eyes.

She didn't know when her life would get better and when she would no longer have to struggle and

could indeed be free.

Sometimes, she even thought in despair, if she died, all these suffocating things would disappear.

"You called me this afternoon just to talk about this?" Suddenly, a cold and deep voice came from the

room.