Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 112

The next day.

Outside the cabin, golden sunlight filtered through the lush leaves, casting dappled patterns of

shimmering gold that warmed everything within.

Catalina turned over, and groggily woke from her pleasant dream.

Opening her eyes, she noticed the spot next to her was empty.

Bennett was gone.

When did he get up? She hadn't sensed a thing.

Catalina checked the time. To her surprise, it was already past ten in the morning.

When did she become such a heavy sleeper?

Catalina annoyedly slapped her forehead.

"I've said I wouldn't sleep so much here!"

She had lost a dozen hours with that sleep.

A day was just twenty-four hours.

Catalina quickly got up.

Just as she was about to head back to the villa to freshen up, a tinkling sound suddenly reached her

ears from beneath the tree.

It was the crisp sound of a bicycle bell.

Sitting in the cabin, Catalina glanced down.

She saw a figure in white sitting on the bicycle. Straddling with two long legs, Bennett's feet rested on

the ground, and a pair of fair and clean ankles were revealed.

Bennett looked up at her, who was inside the cabin. "Hey, come down, I'll take you for a ride."

Catalina was somewhat dazed.

Under the tree, Bennett wore a white shirt. Without any tie, he had casually unbuttoned the top two

buttons, and exposed a hint of his tanned skin.

His long legs were encased in tailored trousers, accentuating his trim figure even more.

Bennett was truly perfect.

Wherever he went, and whatever he did, he was always handsome, elegant, flawless, and exuding a

charming aura.

He was absolutely irresistible.

Catalina stared for a few seconds.

"Hey Catalina!"

Bennett furrowed his brows, and rang the bell again. He impatiently reminded Catalina, who was inside

the cabin, "Are you even listening to me?"

"Oh yeah, I heard you!"

Catalina finally snapped out of it.

She shouted in response and stepped out of the cabin. She descended the ladder, "Hey, wait for me a

bit, I'll go wash my face and change clothes."

Catalina hopped down from the wooden ladder and dashed into the villa looking disheveled.

She hurriedly freshened up and changed her clothes.

Then, she put on a new dress.

She thought about putting on some makeup. But one look at the man waiting under the acacia tree

made her hesitant.

If she made Bennett wait another half hour, he might just charge in and furiously twist her head off.

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Catalina quickly ran a comb through her long hair. After confirming that her reflection in the mirror was

somewhat presentable, she hastily rushed out of the room with the hem of her dress in hand.

She had just stepped into the living room when she was intercepted by one of the villa's servants.

"Miss Grant, this is your breakfast."

"Huh?"

"It's already packed for you."

Catalina took it from the servant. She opened it to take a look, and found a bottle of milk, with a few

slices of bread, a couple of cherry tomatoes, and a few apple candies.

Catalina was pleased, "Thanks, I'll eat it on the way."

Holding her breakfast bag, she left the villa contentedly.

Her mood was great.

Firstly, the weather was nice today.

Sunny and pleasant, with birds chirping and flowers blooming.

Secondly, she had her favorite candy to munch on.

Thirdly, Bennett was taking her for a ride.

Though she found it quite unbelievable.

Catalina skipped over to Bennett with a bounce in her step, "Want some candy?"

She asked.

As she spoke, she casually unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth.

Bennett looked at the candy in her mouth and furrowed his brows, "Yeap."

Catalina was a bit surprised by his response.

She had just asked casually without expecting anything.

If she remembered correctly, Bennett never really liked eating candy since he was little.

"Well then, I'll peel one for you."

Catalina unwrapped another candy, "Here."

Bennett didn't take it, "Feed it to me."

"..."

Catalina blushed.

"I just don't want to touch it with my hands."

His germophobia was really something.

Catalina held the candy wrapper and brought the apple candy to Bennett's lips.

Bennett lowered his head. With his sexy lips pursing slightly, he sucked the candy into his mouth.

His cool lips casually brushed against Catalina's fingertips.

An electric shock seemed to jolt through Catalina. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pulled her

hand back.

The spot where Bennett's lips had touched her fingers felt scorching hot.

The heat seemed to spread towards her fair little face.

Sucking on the candy, Bennett glanced deeply at Catalina as he tilted his chin, "Get on."

"Oh, okay."

Catalina responded and settled onto the back seat of the bicycle.

She handed her breakfast bag to Bennett, "Could you please put this in the front basket for me? It's

hard for me to carry the bag while holding onto you."

Bennett took the bag and opened it.

He simply took a slice of bread from inside the bag, and forcefully shoved it into Catalina's mouth.

Afterwards, he closed the bag and tossed it into the basket.

Not a word was spoken throughout the entire process.

Catalina looked puzzled. After taking a big bite of the bread, she removed it from her mouth. "When

you're eating yourself, you're so careful not to touch with your hands. But when you're feeding me,

suddenly all those concerns disappear, huh?"

"Don't be so chatty, okay?"

Bennett steadied the front of the bike, "Hold on tight, we're leaving."

"Hey, take it slow, I'm still munching on this bread!"

Catalina held onto a pole under the front seat with one hand, while the other hand still held the bread

she was eating.

But Bennett seemed to be completely oblivious to her words. As soon as they started, he increased his

pedalling speed.

"Hey Bennett, slow down!"

There was no response from Bennett.

The speed under his feet remained relentless.

Catalina turned pale with fright. She forced to stuff the bread in her mouth, and tightly clutch the pole in

front of her with both hands.

But she was shocked to find that Bennett, who was ahead, pedaled even more vigorously.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm, are you plotting... some kind of revenge?... Slow down, please! No need to go so

all-out, even if you're strong!"

Catalina's mouth was full of bread, causing her words nearly incomprehensible.

Finally, out of fear, Catalina quickly switched from holding the pole to clutching onto Bennett's waist.

She practically leaned her entire body against Bennett's back, with her eyes tightly shut. With a

mouthful of bread, she shouted, "I'm gonna fall and break my legs, and you better take responsibility if

that happens! Bennett, slow down! Why are you so annoying?"

Lowering his head, Bennett looked at the arms wrapped tightly around his waist and felt the warmth

emanating from behind him. Only then, his legs gradually eased off the speed.

Feeling his speed finally slowing down, Catalina breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes. "If I had

known you'd ride this fast, I might as well have been the one carrying you."

As she spoke, she subtly released her grip on Bennett's waist.

His expression darkened, and he suddenly accelerated his pace again.

Catalina was scared out of her wits.

Quickly, she reached out and circled her arms around his waist. She didn't dare to let go of him

anymore.

Only then did Bennett feel satisfied and slowed down once more.

Catalina ground her teeth behind him in frustration, "Is this what you call a joyride?"

"Look at the scenery on the sides of the street. Aren't you a fan of locust flowers?"

Prompted by Bennett's reminder, Catalina shifted her attention to the street scenes on either side.

"It's truly beautiful!"

Catalina marveled at the snow-like scene of blossoms covering the street from her heart.

Then she turned to Bennett as she asked, "Bennett, how did you discover this city? Did you used to

come here often?"

The black bicycle tires pressed onto the thick petals, producing a soft creaking sound, while the air was

filled with a delightful fragrance.

She heard Bennett's deep voice murmuring ahead, "This is called Sophora Street, and I've been

coming here frequently for the past four years."