Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 126

Catalina didn't want Emery to worry about her, so she didn't explain much.

After moving to Seraphic Mansion, Catalina felt like she had been on a deserted island.

It was both unfamiliar and lonely.

Sometimes it even made it hard for her to breathe.

She wanted to escape, but she was trapped in a dense web with nowhere to go.

In the face of the cruel shackles of life that she couldn't break free from, should she consider accepting

it all and slowly learning to enjoy it?

Should she slowly convert all the pressure and control into a genuine desire, embracing it willingly and

accepting it wholeheartedly?

As Catalina looked at Warren, lying in bed with a thin face, her eyes became wet.

"I'm sorry, Warren..."

This was the first time in four years that Catalina apologized to Warren in person.

After the incident four years ago, she had always wanted to apologize to Warren in person, but the

Shaffer family never allowed her to approach him.

So, this ''I'm sorry'' was four years late.

"I know that no matter how often I say 'I'm sorry,' it won't redeem my guilt. It's just to make myself feel

better..."

"Warren, from now on, I am your fiancée."

From then on, she would eliminate all the people she shouldn't think about from her mind and heart.

She couldn't let the tragedy of four years ago happen again.

Catalina held Warren's skinny hand, saying, "Warren, I promise I will try my best to forget him, although

it may be very difficult for me. But I will try."

Forget Bennett and no longer love him.

For Catalina, it might be as difficult as removing bones and cutting flesh.

After all, that person, that face, and everything about him had been imprinted on her heart since

childhood.

Now, in order to forget, she could only use a knife to cut out that piece of flesh from her heart.

After signing the "promise" with Warren, Catalina went to the countryside.

She went to visit her grandmother.

Her grandmother had been discharged from the hospital and was gradually improving.

Catalina was rummaging through some old items in her room's drawer when she heard Maggie asking

at the door, "Why didn't Bennett come with you this time?"

Catalina stopped rummaging.

Her face stiffened for a moment, but quickly, she put on a smile and said, "Grandma, don't worry about

him any more. He went abroad, and it would probably be a long time before he came back."

What Catalina said was actually true.

Bennett had indeed gone abroad.

He had gone to England.

He left after the engagement that day and hadn't returned.

Emery told her about his itinerary.

She didn't want to know about it.

"Gone abroad again?"

Maggie frowned, "Bennett is really busy with work."

"Of course, just look at how big his company is. How can us ordinary people compare? Right, Lina?"

Catalina's aunt chimed in from inside the hall.

Catalina only smiled and didn't respond.

How capable he was had nothing to do with her any more.

Maggie sighed, "Being so busy and separated for a long time is not the solution. It not only affects the

couple's harmony, but also is hard to have children."

"...".

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Having children?

Catalina felt a headache.

"Lina, why aren't you saying anything?" Maggie asked when she saw Catalina remain silent.

"I just don't know what to say. Maggie, didn't I tell you last time? Bennett and I are still young, and we

don't plan to have children for now."

"You young people are just indulging yourselves. When you grow older, you will regret not having

children earlier."

"..."

Catalina sighed silently.

"What are you rummaging there?" Maggie asked Catalina.

Catalina happened to flip through a yellowed letter.

She unfolded it.

On it was a poem, in her own handwriting.

As she looked at it, she couldn't help but softly recite, "Ripples of the spring water leave traces in the

heart of fragrance. One may wonder if your bold character contains a sensitive heart, feeling my

admiration cast from cold eyes. But love is fervent longing, often filled with hope, waiting for your

occasional favor and advice. Perhaps in my diary, I can see a naive heart, recording your breath and

every unintended encounter..."

Catalina could still recite this poem to this day.

It was a love letter a girl wrote to Bennett back then.

Bennett must have loved this poem very much, so he had her copy it for him.

Later, Catalina also thought this poem was good, so after returning home, she secretly copied it again

and then spent the whole night quietly memorizing it.

But she didn't expect that after so many years, the handwritten words had become blurred, yet she

remembered every line of the poem clearly.

"Lina, what are you reading?" Maggie called her from outside.

"Nothing." Catalina responded, hastily crumpling the paper into a ball.

Anyway, all of these things were going to be buried.

Catalina threw the crumpled paper into an aging iron box.

The iron box had already developed rust stains.

And inside, there was still the diary that Bennett gave her.

Catalina felt an impulse to open it and take a look.

She wanted to see what that naive man had done during that summer vacation.

But as soon as her hand reached out, Catalina felt like she had been burned and immediately retracted

her hand, hastily closing the lid of the iron box.

Since they had agreed to completely forget, why bother looking back?

Catalina picked up the iron box and walked out. "Maggie, I'm going out."

"Where are you going?"

Catalina didn't respond.

She just took aunt's hoe from the doorway and walked towards the hundred-year-old locust tree.

The tree was in full bloom at this moment, and the air was filled with a strong floral fragrance,

refreshing the heart and mind.

Catalina still remembered that summer, that young man leaning against this tree, putting a diary into

her hands.

Catalina dug a hole under the tree, buried the iron box into the hole, and filled the hole with soil. She

was afraid she might change her mind.

Until the yellow earth was pressed tightly and leveled.

Catalina stared blankly at the newly turned soil, but suddenly, it felt as if she had lost something

important, her heart suddenly empty and hollow.

Silent tears rolled down from her eyes.

As she continued to watch, she couldn't help but cry out.

It turned out that liking someone and not getting a response is painful.

But forgetting that person is even more painful.