Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself novel Chapter 147

She laughed in a fury. She changed her tone and smiled in a leisurely way at once, "For the first time, I find that Mr. Black is quite handsome...The temperament is also good. It is impossible for me to regard him as invisible, unless I am not a woman. Let him send me to the company. It should be buzzworthy.”

Rory, "..."

Tyrone said calmly, "His girlfriend is studying abroad. You don't have to dream about it."

"..."

The smile on Cathy's face instantly stiffened, and she whole person was not good. She gritted her teeth and spit out two words fiercely, "Go away"

She hung up the phone, and her chest fluctuated unevenly because of anger.

Rory opened the back door and respectfully reminded, "Miss Lawson."

Cathy stared at the car for a few seconds. The scabby scar on her forehead almost cracked. Suddenly she squinted at him. "Is your girlfriend studying abroad?"

His was not much younger than them, and it was not surprising to have a girlfriend.

Rory was stunned. For the first time, he appeared blank on his serious face, but nodded in an instant, " Yes."

Cathy compressed her lips and bent down into the car.

Rory breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, closed the door, bypassed the front of the car and entered the driver's seat.

The car stopped not far downstairs from the company.

"Miss Lawson, in order to avoid arousing suspicion, I will not go down. I will be waiting here all the time. You can come directly after work."

Cathy stopped pulling out the money and said in surprise, "After work? Don’t you have to wait here for a day? Are you so idle?”

"I am not idle. This is my daily work, even to carry out other tasks, mostly waiting."

But she did not forget Rory, who was staring at her in some corner. If she was found, she must be entangled again. She made an extra circle and walked away in another direction.

...

Cypress Cemetery, Hongxing District in San Francisco.

Cathy using navigation search, it took a long time to find the location of the cemetery. Let the administrator checked the system so that she could find the grave.

Knowing she was a died friend, Cathy wore a dark dress today. She lowered her head and laid the flowers gently in front of the tomb. She looked at the name on the stele, smiled and muttered, "Grace Jackson, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm Duke Lawson’s daughter, entrusted by him..."

The wind was blowing her long hair, and the whole cemetery was quiet. Although the sunshine was warm enough, there was no warmth. It was cold and solemn.

Cathy muttered for a while, like self-talking , and soon left.

She did not know who the woman was, nor did she ask about her father's relationship with her. And she even didn’t ask how she died. The deceased had passed away, and it was the story happening in the last generation. She really had no energy to know anything.