“Kate,” Christopher rumbled her name.
“What is it?” Kathleen asked in mild confusion.
That tone of his was far too gentle.
“I’m jealous,” he admitted in a hoarse voice. “I know there isn’t actually anything going on between you two, but I still got angry when I saw the news.”
His words left her stunned.
“You’re a smart lady. I’m sure you know my feelings for you,” he continued with a gulp. “If you don’t fancy Caleb, please give him a proper rejection, all right?”
Kathleen’s head was throbbing uncontrollably.
“There’s seriously nothing between us, Chris. I swear,” she insisted in helplessness.
“Mm, I believe you.” His voice was low as a mumble. “If there’s anything you need, come look for me, not him.”
“He sells medicinal herbs, though. I can only look for him.”
“I’ll be the middleman for you two, then,” Christopher suggested meaningfully. “You don’t have to interact with him.”
Subtle discomfort was starting to tug at the woman’s heart. “I have my own social life too. I don’t want anyone to interfere with whom I talk to and what I do with them.”
That made the man pause.
“I don’t like the feeling of being controlled. I mean, do I really have to get your permission for everything I do?” she added flatly. “I hope you understand what I mean.”
Even though Samuel had refused to publicize her identity back when they were together, he had never tried to control her in any way.
It was true that Kathleen had a docile and obedient personality.
Nonetheless, that didn’t mean she would simply let someone else dictate her life.
Christopher was aware that he had crossed the line.
“I’m sorry. That was insensitive of me,” he murmured, knowing he had gotten ahead of himself.
He had been in too much of a hurry to get rid of all the uncertainties.
In the process of doing so, he had pushed Kathleen past her limits.
“I’m hanging up.” With that, she ended the call, leaving Christopher dumbstruck.
Charles eyed his sister and piped up, “Christopher must be heartbroken.”
“I don’t like it when people try to interfere with my life,” she declared impassively.
“He’s just a little too possessive.” Charles tried to defend Christopher.
That made her get to her feet. “Why should I have to sacrifice my social life for his possessiveness?”
Her reply left him dazed.
“He’s using the fact that he likes me as an excuse to do things that I disapprove of. Don’t you think that’s disrespectful of him?” she continued to point out while gazing down at her brother. “Do you guys think I’m some kind of toy?”
After saying that, she turned to leave.
Meanwhile, Charles was still stupefied.
It’s over. Christopher really pissed her off this time.
“Kath—” He wanted to stop her.
Unfortunately, Kathleen was already gone.
Charles began to scratch his head, sensing an incoming storm.
Kathleen filmed an entire night and finally knocked off work at two in the morning.
She returned to the lounge to get changed, then walked out of the film set.
Charles approached her and asked, “Darling, do you want to get some fondue?”
However, she merely ignored him, got into the Alphard, and shut the door.
Unable to get into the vehicle, Charles was on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry, Kathleen!”
Instead of responding, Kathleen looked right at the driver and ordered coldly, “Start the car. We’re going home.”
The driver didn’t dare to disobey, so he immediately started the engine.
As much as Charles wanted to cry, no tears would come out.
It seemed that his sister was seriously enraged right then.
She closed her eyes to rest in the car until they got to the Johnson residence.
When the driver told her they had arrived, she finally opened her eyes and got out of the vehicle.
Samuel’s voice sounded right as she was about to head into the residence.
“Kate,” he called out in his husky voice.
Upon hearing that, Kathleen turned around and saw the man in a black suit slowly making his way toward her.
“I’m back.” He stood in front of her, startled by the look on her face. “Who on Earth made you so angry?”
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