Honey, It's not Love

Chapter 19: Don't Touch It, It Hurts...

Cathy choked with her body stiffly curling up in the back seat of the car, then she stopped struggling and looked straight at the roof.

She should have gotten used to it a long time ago. Randy would never let her feel better. As long as he could torture her, as long as he could make her feel uncomfortable, Randy could do everything he could.

His hands, which were placed beside him, were tightly twisted and then released.

"Randy, I hate you. Really, I hate you." She said confidently.

Randy finally unbuttoned her clothes. Hearing this, he couldn't help but pause and look up at her.

As soon as he looked over, he saw that the originally well-wrapped gauze on her cheeks was covered in bright red blood, and there were traces of blood flowing down from the wound.

Together with Cathy's pale white face, it looked shocking.

Randy's heart suddenly panicked. He didn't know what he was afraid of--Perhaps, he was afraid that he would lose Cathy.

"Drop the car back and go to the hospital!" He helped Cathy pull up her clothes and roared at the driver in panic.

When the driver received the order, he turned around and immediately drove back.

"Randy, are you afraid that I'll leave a scar on my face and affect your interest in bed in the future? Hah, at worst, just don't touch me in the future. Find your Sophia to solve your needs, or some other women."

The corners of Cathy's mouth curved up. Her face was clearly in pain, and her body was also in pain. However, she still said such a long sentence in one breath. In the end, her mouth was stubborn.

"Cathy, shut up. Don't talk anymore." Looking at the blood surging on her face, Randy's heart fiercely pulled, as if it wasn't only Cathy who was bleeding, but also him.

This time, Cathy was obedient and didn't speak again. She just looked at Randy coldly, as if she was looking at a stranger.

When she could return Randy's money, the first thing she wanted to do was to divorce Randy.

Randy also looked back at her, but he was no longer arrogant and angry. Instead, he was worried, distressed, nervous, and flustered.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to help Cathy wipe off the bloodstains on her face. However, he had just wiped it off with great difficulty, and blood would flow out from under the gauze, as if he would never be able to wipe it off completely.

The short distance between the cars was undoubtedly a torment for Randy at this moment.

"President, we're here."

As soon as the driver stopped, Randy picked up Cathy's legs, pulled open the car door, and ran into the hospital.

"Cathy, don't pretend to be immortal. You have to give it to me. You owe me your life and Sophia!"

As he ran, he roared at Cathy.

Even when he carried Sophia to the hospital, he had never panicked so much, nor was he so afraid of losing her.

When he saw the doctor push Cathy into the ward, Randy was stopped outside. He clenched his fists and smashed them against the wall.

He suddenly began to reflect on whether he had really bullied Cathy.

But a cruel woman like her deserved it.

Footsteps came from the corridor.

In the next moment, a figure approached him, and when his fist almost smashed into Randy's face, he was still able to dodge it in time.