Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Suddenly...

Two beams of headlights shot straight into her eyes.

She subconsciously blocked them with her hand.

The tires screeched across the ground.

A black Bentley braked in time, and stopped in front of her extremely close, with a strong hot wind.

Catalina fell to the ground in confusion, and her head became dizzier.

"What happened?"

In the back seat, Bennett was reading a secret email about chip research from abroad.

He frowned and asked Vincent, who was driving.

"Mr. Shaffer, I hit ... I hit someone! But I didn't hit her exactly."

Vincent stammered.

"Why don't you go down and have a look?"

"It ... It seems to be Mrs. Shaffer!"

"Who?"

Bennettput wrinkles in his brows and he threw away his tablet computer. "How could you be so

careless?"

He pushed the car door and got off.

Vincent hurried to follow. "It looked like Mrs. Shaffer, but I didn't see clearly..."

After seeing the person in front of the car, Bennett wasn't extremely worried anymore.

She was not hurt.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, he looked extremely worried again.

He thought, "How much did she drink?"

At this moment, Catalina, who was drunk, got up from the ground. "Sorry, I hit your car..."

She squinted, lay prone on the car's hood, took a few breaths at it, wiped it several times with her

sleeve, and smiled. "OK, clean..."

Obviously, she did not recognize Bennett in front of her.

Or she didn't see his face at all.

The bright light stabbed into her eyes, which made her eyes pain.

Bennett leaned against the door and stared at her coldly. He looked calm with no emotion.

Vincent looked at Catalina and Bennett.

Seeing Bennett holding his arms around his chest without speaking, Vincent did not dare to say

anything.

"Bye!"

Catalina picked up her purse, turned around, and staggered on.

Seeing her leaving, Vincent then had the courage to ask Bennett carefully, "Mr. Shaffer, do you want to

invite Mrs. Shaffer..."

"No! Get in the car."

Bennett refused coldly.

He opened the door and sat in the car.

He picked up the tablet computer again and continued to read the email as if nothing had happened

just now.

Vincent peeked through the rearview at Bennett in the back seat.

It looked like nothing happened, but his ice-cold aura on the body was obvious.

For a time, the temperature in the car seemed to drop several degrees.

Vincent's scalp tightened.

He drove and followed Catalina slowly.

While driving, he secretly observed Bennett's face behind him.

If Bennett really didn't care about Catalina outside the car, Vincent would have been ordered to speed

up by now.

After all, the current car speed was slower than people.

Couldn't he feel the slow speed even if all his attention was on email?

But he was silent.

Obviously, not speaking was tantamount to acquiesce to Vincent's behavior.

Bennett was quite duplicity!

Fortunately, Vincent knew him enough.

Catalina, carrying her purse, walked unsteadily in the front.

Behind her, two beams of light illuminated the road ahead for her.

But suddenly. "Bang..."

Catalina stumbled and fell to the ground.

The knee hit the edge of the flower bed, and blood oozed all at once.

Catalina was so sore that tears almost came out.

"Stop..."

Bennett threw away his tablet computer again. Being unable to wait for the car to stop, he pushed the

door and got off.

After a few strides, he approached Catalina.

Seeing Catalina's knee bleeding outward all the time, he frowned, turned his head, picked up her, who

was dizzy on the ground, and strode to the car.

Catalina was so drunk. Suddenly, she was hugged up, accordingly felt dizzy, and fainted on the spot

without seeing him clearly.

Bennett frowned at Catalina in his arms. His lips were tight and compressed tightly into a straight line.

Vincent had just stopped the car. He jumped out of the car and said, "Is Mrs. Shaffer OK?"

"Open the door."

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Vincent quickly opened the door.

Bennett put Catalina in his arms into the car.

To prevent her from hitting on her head, he carefully protected the back of her head with a big hand.

He didn't withdraw his hand until he was sure she was seated.

"What are you looking at? Go buy some ointments."

The wound ointments in the car was taken away by her and it had not been replenished up to now.

"Yes!"

Vincent kept going to find a drugstore.

Bennett leaned against the door and frowned at Catalina inside.

She was very drunk.

Maybe she frowned because she felt uncomfortable.

Her cheeks were flushed because of alcohol. Her small mouth was pursed high, looking soft and waxy.

Bennett frowned.

He turned his head.

He turned around, drew a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and lit it.

He remembered the smell on her lips.

He also remembered her words "I don't regret".

But finally...

She went back on her word!

And then, he took a great puff of his cigarette.

The strong tobacco smoke smothered his throat, giving him acerbity feeling.

He frowned deeper.

"Mr. Shaffer, here comes the ointments!"

Soon, Vincent came back panting.

Bennett twisted out his cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. "Why have you been there so

long?"

Vincent looked innocent.

It wasn't long, was it?

He came back at the speed of a sprint.

Bennett grabbed the ointments, knelt on one knee, and squatted down in front of Catalina.

"Sterilized water."

He stretch out his hand to Vincent.

Vincent was still staring at Bennett squatting on the ground.

Unexpectedly, Bennett would condescend to a woman.

"Sterilized water!"

Seeing that Vincent didn't respond, Bennett gave an impatient reminder.

"Oh, yes!"

Vincent hurriedly handed the disinfectant he had just bought to Bennett, and said uneasily, "Mr. Shaffer,

why don't you let me put the ointments on Catalina? You can't see the blood, can you?"

"Cut the crap!"

Bennett closed his eyes and forced down his discomfort and fear.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked calm as usual.

There were only a few cold sweats on his forehead.

He used cotton wool with disinfectant to clean Catalina's wound.

Maybe because of the pain, Catalina's eyelashes trembled more than once in her dream.

Bennett frowned. "You can't afford to drink, but you dare to come out and get drunk."

Catalina was so "brave".

He scolded displeasingly, but the action of applying ointments was obviously slowed down.

"Hurts!"

But when the ointment was immersed in the flesh, Catalina woke up with a start because of the pain.

Tears instantly rolled down like broken beads. "Hurts..."

Her beautiful appearance looked so wronged and pitiful.

Looking at her tears, Bennett was inexplicably upset.

He threw the cotton wool in his hand, impatiently threw the ointment onto the chair, and glared at

Catalina. "Are you painful? I thought you were awesome!"

Catalina looked at Bennett in front of her with tears in her eyes.

She thought, "Am I dreaming?"

"Bennett? How could he be here?"

Looking at the man in front of her who was angry and frowned, Catalina thought he was so vivid and

real.

But it happened that he was so far away from her...