Chapter 47 Who Do You Think I Am?

• I had never cared about Catherine, never thought about her feelings, and naturally, I wouldn't remember what she was like before. All the impressions were nothing more than a vague image. The memories were intertwined and a bit confusing. I couldn't remember where I had seen Catherine like that before, but it didn't seem to be the first time. At this moment, seeing the helplessness and sadness on her face, he felt that he didn't want to see her like that. He preferred Catherine who was energetic, arrogant, the one who wouldn't hesitate to tell him off. She was more attractive to him.
• Many scenes of the moment she gave birth to their daughter flashed through his mind. A thought suddenly came, then he couldn't help but lean in, hook her neck, and kiss her lips... This kiss was very light and soft, without any other desires and hopes mixed in. At this moment, he wanted to comfort her and didn't want her to be so desperate. The kiss lasted for a long time, but the nature of the kiss changed. As a normal man would get excited by a woman's touch, and he was kissing the sweetest lips he had ever imagined, like a rational man would pull away, but he, he didn't want to be rational at this moment.
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