Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

The Girl he likes

The Girl he likes

Next day morning

It was only six o'clock, and the sky turned white slightly. The scene outside the window was illuminated

by snow, which was as bright as day.

Catalina, who was in sound sleep, was forcibly awakened by the maids of the Lake Compound.

Though Catalina didn't want to get up, she had no choice because she gave Bennett an excuse against

herself.

She was sleepy and sullenly followed the maid to the Lake Compound.

Outside the arch gate of Wheelworth, several maids were waiting and they all bowed respectfully to

Catalina when she walked by.

"Mrs. Shaffer, Mr. Shaffer is still sleeping, please ask him to wake up!"

Hearing this, Catalina secretly peeked inside.

Sure enough, the man was sleeping on the silver-gray kingsize bed.

She was a little nervous, "Must I call him? Why not let him wake up naturally?"

She remembered that Darnell said that this lion usually gets up on the wrong side of the bed.

"I'm afraid I have to wait until afternoon that Mr. Shaffer will wake up naturally."

"..."

That's right.

He could sleep for a long time. If no one calls him, he can sleep for a full twenty hours.

Therefore, when she was a child, she often acted as his alarm clock.

"Okay, I'll wake him up!"

Catalina mustered up her courage and walked into the room lightly.

"Bennett."

She called out tentatively.

There was no response.

"Bennett."

The man on the bed remained motionless.

Catalina frowned.

She had no choice but to approach the bed, "Bennett?"

The sleeping man didn't even frown at all.

Catalina lost her patience.

This guy slept too deeply!

"Believe it or not, I'll bring a basin of water from the bathroom and pour it on your head."

Only in this way can she avenge herself for being showered last night.

However, Catalina was definitely just speaking.

How dare she?

Catalina stretched out her little finger, and tentatively poked Bennett's shoulder that was exposed

outside the quilt, "Bennett, don't sleep, wake up quickly, I scream too much that my mouth was dry. Ah"

Finish speaking, Catalina's little hand was grabbed by a big warm hand. The next second, she was

pulled by a strong force, turning half round on the bed.

A shadow forcefully locked Catalina between the big bed and his chest.

Catalina stared at the man in shock.

Bennett half-closed his eyes, sleepy.

His stared at Catalina's red lips, with his sexy throat sliding around, "I'll help you quench your thirst..."

After finishing speaking in a deep voice, the next moment, he kissed Catalina's soft red lips without

warning.

Catalina was shocked.

Her eyes were as big as copper bells.

Her soft and delicate body turned into petrification in an instant.

W... What?

Bennett...kissed her?!

Catalina felt that sometimes she was floating on the heavy clouds, and sometimes she seemed to be

pulled into the abyss.

She was overwhelmed.

His inadvertent little action was enough to make her fall into the quagmire.

Apart from being nervous and flustered, Catalina was terrified.

"Benn... Bennett..."

She was afraid that she would be trapped and be lost forever.

Catalina took a deep breath and pushed the man's chest with great effort. Beads of sweat kept oozing

out from his forehead, "Bennett, wake up, I am Catalina! Wwww Bennett!"

The man above her suddenly opened his eyes.

It was only now that he seemed to be able to see her clearly.

In her amber pupils, complex thin lights were surging rapidly.

His eyes were piercing and forced her, as if he wished he could tear her open.

"How could it be you?"

At that moment, Catalina clearly saw shock, disbelief, and... strong sense of disgust in his eyes!

He pushed her away and got out of bed.

Catalina sat up awkwardly, her face flushed red with shame.

The disgust in his eyes made Catalina even more embarrassed.

Bennett got out of bed, pulled the tissue on the bedside, and wiped his lips vigorously that had just

kissed Catalina, frowning, "I was just dreaming."

After finishing speaking, he probably felt that his words would make Catalina ambiguous. So he added,

"All the scenes in the dream have nothing to do with you."

After speaking, he threw the tissue into the bin next to him.

In fact, though Bennett didn't explain, Catalina knew very well that the person in his dream was not her.

Knowing the result clearly, Catalina's soft heart still stung for no reason after hearing him say it himself.

Following his example, she pulled the tissue on the bedside and wiped her mouth vigorously, making

sure that there would be no more his smell left on it.

She kneaded the paper towel into a ball and threw it into the bin, "I hope you will be more self-

respecting in the future."

After saying this, Catalina got up and left quickly.

Her heart seemed to be so nervous that it was about to fly out of the atrium.

Bennett watched her leave with cold eyes, his beautiful sword eyebrows twisted into a mountain.

He would never admit that the girl who just appeared in the dream was little, ignorant Catalina.

She was much cuter than the fang-able her now!

Cute?

Bennett was startled by the adjective that suddenly popped up in his mind.

His complexion darkened instantly.

This woman, whether it was four years ago or four years later, has nothing to do with "cuteness". She

was simply a bad woman who was good at manipulating men!

After Catalina returned to the room, she got a glass of warm water and drank it in one gulp. Only then

did she feel her beating heart calm down a bit.

The next second, Bennett's words "how could it be you" broke into her mind like a ghost.

Her heart was stabbed severely.

So, who was the girl in his dream? Could it be the girl he kept in his heart since he was a child?

For a moment, Catalina's memory gushed out like a flood from the gate. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

That year, Catalina was fourteen years old.

When she was little, she was beaten severely by her stepmother for ruining her stepmother's silk dress

when washing.

She ran out of the house, crying. And she hid under a locust tree in the compound of the military

region, shedding tears secretly.

Unexpectedly, after crying for less than a minute, she saw Bennett, a sixteen-year-old boy, coming up

with a girl of a quiet temperament and beautiful facial features.

Until now, Catalina still remembered Bennett of that day.

He had the most popular ear-length hair, dressed in a clean white T-shirt, and a pair of light blue school

uniform pants.

It was obviously a very ordinary and casual outfit, but he could always wear something different from

ordinary people.

He was fresh, sunny, but extravagant.

Illuminated by the dappled sunlight above his head, he was as beautiful as a young boy walking out of

a cartoon, which makes the young girls feel excited.

At that moment, Catalina heard the sound of her heart slamming into her atrium, which was still

unforgettable to this day several years later.

Bennett put one hand in his pocket, leaned lazily on the thick tree trunk, and asked the shy girl

opposite, "What's up?"

"...I...I..."

The girl seemed ashamed to speak.

A few seconds later, she finally plucked up the courage and pulled out a pink love letter from her

pocket, "Mr. Shaffer, I...I like you!"