Darling, This Is Not Love novel Chapter 19

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.

"Randy, if you don't like Cathy, then divorce her. Don't bully her. You don't want her, I want her! If you don't protect her, I'll protect her!"

Paul, dressed in a white coat, stood in front of Randy and stared at him angrily.

Two equally outstanding, tall men stood opposite each other, their gazes colliding in the air. Neither of them was afraid to give in.

"Paul, what are you doing? Protecting food? But you'd better figure out what kind of identity you are to Cathy! Is she just treating you as a brother, or is she saying that you not only want to be her brother, but also want to..." Paul asked.

Randy narrowed his eyes and paused, "Isn't there a new word? What's it called? Oh, it's the male mistress."

Because of his words, Paul was once again angered and his expression sank.

"Randy, then how much better are you than me? You've obviously married Cathy, but you're still entangled with that Sophia. What is this called? You cheated on her during the marriage, and your Sophia is truly a mistress!"

"Shut up, you have no right to accuse Sophia!" Randy said coldly as he punched Paul in the face.

The two tall and big men scuffled together on the corridor without any dignity.

One punched, the other punched back.

However, Randy couldn't tell whether he was angry that Paul called Sophia mistress or that Paul's obvious admiration and possessiveness towards Cathy.

Until the door to the ward suddenly opened and the female nurse came out, "Doctor Paul, there's a lot of blood on the patient's face. I'm calling you in."

Only now did the two people on the corridor stop.

Paul wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at Randy, and walked into the ward.

Randy wanted to follow him, but the nurse stopped him.

He could only wait at the door angrily.

"Ding-" Randy frowned as his phone rang, as if he had guessed who the caller was.

"Paul is just a friend of mine. Do you think that I am like you, married and still have a lover outside? Or are you trying to find an excuse for having Sophia as your lover and comforting her mentally?"

Cathy shook her head, not wanting him to tie her up with Paul.

From beginning to end, she only treated Paul as a good friend.

In her heart, there was only him, only Randy, but this fool, the blind man, didn't know.

"Paul, the call is so intimate. You're just friends? Who would believe you if you said it out loud?" Randy snorted coldly.

Cathy took a deep breath and didn't want to argue with him. She would divorce him in the future. Whatever he thought, it was fine to find an excuse to comfort him. Anything else, he was happy.

She didn't say anything, and the ward suddenly quieted down.

Cathy leaned against the bed and slowly closed her eyes to take a nap.

After a long night, she was really tired and sleepy.

Randy got up from the sofa and subconsciously covered her with a blanket.

All of his actions came from instinct, but the instinct in his heart shouldn't be to hate this woman, hate this , let her die of cold, freeze to death, should he?

Thinking of this, Randy was very annoyed.

Her gaze suddenly fell on Cathy's cheek. Her originally tightly knitted brows suddenly loosened. At that moment, Randy's anxiety was also relieved.

When she was quiet, Cathy was like a wounded little beast. It made people unable to bear to hurt her, but wanted to protect her even more.

"Cathy, what should I do to you?"

Randy took a deep breath and slowly shifted his gaze to the night outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Randy leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes exhaustively, and fell asleep.

"Randy ... Randy ... I hate you, you bastard ..."

"Randy ... can you treat me better? I like you. Do you know ..."

Half asleep and half awake, the man sleeping on the sofa was awakened by the woman's sleep talk.

He looked back and saw the woman on the bed, frowning uneasily as she muttered.

Randy stood up, approached her step by step, and leaned over to listen, "Cathy, what did you say?"

Cathy still closed her eyes and said uneasily, "Randy, I..."