I’m Sorry But I Love You

Anderson cast a glance at Johanna, who had a naive smile while sitting next to him.

Johanna thought that she had pissed off Anderson. Biting her lips, she said in a low voice, “Forget it.” She looked quite pitiful.

That look was so like Isabella’s.

Anderson was staring at her.

But Johanna could always sense that he was looking at someone else through her. This feeling bothered her a lot.

Her hands clenched into fists, and her knuckles went white.

She forced a smile and shook the man’s arm. “I just like this role so much, so | want to act her. It’s all right if | can’t get the role.

Anderson, please don’t be angry.” “I'm not angry,” said Anderson.

He looked out of the window. “I'll go to talk to Catherine Johnson.” Although it was supposed to be good news, when Johanna heard that Anderson was going to talk to Catherine, for sreason, she felt a sense of crisis.

Through the past few days, although she hadn't got to know the detailed grudges between Catherine and Anderson, she knew that Catherine was his ex-wife. They have two children together.

Catherine was so good-looking.

Although according to the information she got, Anderson hated Catherine the most, faintly, Johanna still couldn't rest assured.

However, if Anderson went to talk to Catherine for the role of Amanda for her, Johanna believed that it would humiliate Catherine.

Johanna was still hesitating how to make the choice.

“Go ahead and watch it. I'm going to talk with her about this role.” Anderson stood up suddenly.

“Wait...” Johanna wanted to stop him.

As if he hadn't heard her, he took down his suit jacket from the rack, strode to the door of his office, and opened it to walk out.

Catherine had never expected that she would see Anderson when pushing her door open to get the takeout.

Warily, she took a step back, aiming to close the door.

The man acted faster than she did. Reaching out, he dragged the door that was about to close.

Catherine took the advantage of her position, trying hard to close the door, but her strength couldn't be compared to Anderson's. They were deadlocked in silence. Finally, Anderson ran out of his patience. “Let go.” “No way.” She knew there wouldn't be anything good if Anderson cto her door. She didn’t want to see this man. She must be out of her mind to let him walk into her apartment.

Anderson looked cold. “If you don't let go, I'll ask someone to take off your door.” Recalling the door taking off by him in City A, Catherine had to let go.

She turned around, walked in, and put the takeout on the table. Staring at Anderson, she asked, “Mr. Clark, please go ahead tellingwhat you are here for.” Anderson thought about Johanna'’s request, but when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he couldn't speak it out.

Seeing that he kept silent for a long time, Catherine untied the bag of the takeout. “Mr. Clark, if you haven't thought of how to troubleor humiliate me, please allowto eat something first.” When she opened the plastic lunch box, a smell of bad and greasy food was in the air for a moment. Anderson looked at the greasy rice, frowning deeply. “What's this?” “Chicken braised with brown sauce.” Catherine poured ssoup onto the rice. Picking up a spoonful of rice and stuffing them into her mouth, she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

“So you are eating such junk food, aren't you?” Anderson frowned.

“Of course.” Catherine looked at Anderson as if she was looking at a lunatic. “You think all the ordinary people could afford to eat food from the Michelin three-star restaurants every day, don't you?” How delicious the chicken braised with brown sauce was! Her tone was full of irony and disdain. “Catherine Johnson, you can’t speak properly now, can you?” Anderson said in anger.

Putting down her chopsticks, Catherine raised her head and looked at the angry man. “You are wrong. | just can’t speak properly to you. If you wantto do anything today, just go ahead. If nothing, please leave my apartment.

“I'm feeling so sickened to be in the sspace with you.” When she was speaking, she looked calm. The look when she was stating the fact made Anderson's eye pupils shrink. “It seems | cat a bad timing.” When they were in a standoff, they heard Antonio's voice at the door.

“Hi, Dr. Elliott. Why are you here?” “I found something that belonged to your mother in my house, so | decided to bring it to you. Unexpectedly, | would see you two arguing here” As Antosaid, he passed a wooden box to Catherine.

Anderson cast an unkind glance at him. Antosaid in a light tone, “I didn’t eavesdrop on you guys. You forgot to close the door before getting into a flight.” With her trembled hands, Catherine took over the box handed over by Antonio.

“Auntie passed this tobefore she passed away. She askedto give it to you. | didn’t recall earlier until today, so I'm bringing it to you.” Antoheaved a sigh and continued, “It was given to be my Auntie before | went abroad. Recalling that, Auntie tended to die at that time.” Catherine looked at the box in her hands, her eyes reddened. “Don’t you want to open and take a look at what Auntie has left to you?” Antohanded his handkerchief to Catherine.

“No, thanks. I'm not crying.” She tried hard to suppress her tears. Touching the sandalwood box in her hand, she knew what was in it without opening it.

Catherine put the box away. Then she said to Antonio, “I've been troubling you for my family matters. | want to treat you for a meal.” Antoagreed delightfully.

Anderson was standing aside, completely ignored.

With a cold face, he said in an awkward tone, “I haven't eaten, either.” Catherine put the lid of the takeout back on and put it into the fridge.

“If you haven't eaten, there's a Michelin three-star restaurant in the shopping mall nearby.” After finishing her words, without caring what Anderson’s expression was, Catherine smiled at Antoand said, “Let's go. | don’t have much money, so | can’t treat you for high-end food.” Antodidn’t mind at all. He smiled and suggested, “Shall we go for a barbecue? | haven't had it for a long time. | long for eating it.” “Sure.” Antodrove over. Catherine didn’t want to be close to Anderson, so naturally, she decided to take Antonio's car.

Much to her surprise, someone was so shameless.

Anderson sat in Antonio's car.

He was sitting next to Catherine in the backseat, making Antoon the driver's seat the driver for them.

Catherine thought that Antowould choose a high-end barbecue restaurant, but unexpectedly, he pulled over his car next to a street food stall.

There were shabby plastic tables and stools, on which there was the grease that wasn’t wiped.

As soon as getting off from the car, Anderson frowned when looking at the greasy tables and stools.

Antoparked the car and walked over. Seeing Anderson still standing at the roadside, he chuckled and asked, “You have never been to such a place, have you?” Catherine wiped two stools with the tissues.

She sat on one of them and pointed the other when saying to Antonio, “I've wiped this one. It’s cleaner.” “Thank you.” When Antowas about to sit down, Anderson with a darkened face pulled the stool away from him.

Antosuddenly had no stool. Catherine was afraid that he would fall. Acting quickly, she reached out and grabbed his arm.

“It’s alright. I'm on guard,” Antosaid with a smile, casting an indifferent glance at Anderson.

Anderson sat on the shabby plastic stools without any hesitation.

They were all good-looking, which was rare to appear in the street food stall, which had becthe unique attractiveness.

When the owner of the stall cover to take the order, looking at the three, she suddenly felt that her small tall had becnoble.

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