Chapter 967



“If you hadn’t gotten hurt today, and if Belinda hadn’t called me… Cathy, how much longer were you planning to keep avoiding me?”

Catherine’s expression tensed slightly.

She didn’t know what to say.

Ever since Johnson had confessed his feelings to her, her emotions had been in disarray.

After a prolonged silence, Catherine finally managed to speak. “I didn’t know how to face you before.”

Johnson exhaled deeply. “Since I confessed my feelings to you, I knew you might avoid me, maybe even ignore me completely. I was prepared for all of that. But…” He paused, his gaze toward Catherine sincere. “I don’t regret doing that.”

Catherine’s breath hitched.

At that moment, she found it impossible to articulate her feelings.

She felt the urge to flee again, to avoid confronting the situation.

“Cathy, could you… maybe try to give me a chance?” Johnson asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

The plea in Johnson’s voice made Catherine’s heart twinge with pain.

But she wasn’t ready to think about this matter yet.

She furrowed her brow, looking back at Johnson. “Johnson, can you stop pressuring me?”

Her words struck Johnson deeply.

His throat tightened, and his heart ached as if pierced.

He lowered his eyes, nodding slightly, his voice laden with resignation. “Okay, I won’t pressure you… Let’s just forget I said anything today.

Let’s get out of the car.”

He then opened the door and stepped out first.

Catherine bit her lower lip, her own heart unsettled.

Johnson instinctively walked toward Catherine and tried to lift her again.

Catherine quickly said, “Johnson, I can walk on my own.”

After a pause, she added, “And it wouldn’t look good if your mother saw us like that.”

Johnson’s mother had always been strongly opposed to him getting close to Catherine. Seeing him carry her would certainly anger her.

Upon hearing this, Johnson stopped abruptly.

He was well aware of his mother’s strong prejudices against Catherine. He didn’t want to create more difficulties for her, especially now. With a slightly hoarse voice, he asked, “Then… can I at least support you while you walk?”

“Okay,” Catherine replied.

Johnson then assisted Catherine into the house.

The Hoffman family’s residence was empty. After escorting Catherine to her room, Johnson quickly left.

He knew that staying longer would only add to Catherine’s psychological burden.

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