Cedrick could not help but feel drawn to her, but he then recalled the way Ollie had been behaving lately without a trace of his previous obedience and composure. Cedrick’s eyes darkened once again.
“She’s just a scheming woman. What’s so great about her?”
Eason scratched his head and cleared his throat awkwardly before responding, “I heard from Albert that Young Master has been mentioning his mother quite often lately. Maybe he doesn’t really care about Miss Clark, but he just doesn’t like the fact that you’re getting closer to Miss Maia and is worried that she’d take his mother’s place. Maybe he’s just using Miss Clark as an excuse to protest.”
Cedrick clenched his jaw and fumed, “So this woman is just a random excuse he is using to rebel against me?”
“Who knows what kids really think?”
The traffic light turned green, and Eason moved his right foot toward the accelerator. Just as he was about to step on it, he noticed from the rear-view mirror that Catelyn had stood up with despair written all over her face as she stepped toward the moving traffic.
Startled, he shouted, “Goodness, it looks like Miss Clark is about to commit suicide!”
Ollie’s stubborn expression flashed through Cedrick’s mind, and he could not help but commanded, “Stop the car!”
…
Catelyn walked out of the sidewalk and toward the highway before someone grabbed her by the wrist from behind. She had injured her ankle and was stumbling to begin with, so being pulled had left her pale and sweating. She fell toward the person’s chest with her right leg hanging in the air and gasped in pain when her nose rammed straight into the person’s chest.
She looked up only to meet Cedrick’s cold eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Startled by his stare, Catelyn retorted, “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to ask you? I was just trying to pick up my phone, and you suddenly came and dragged me back. Did I do something to you, Mister Mason?”
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