Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Mr. Shaffer Invited You

Mr. Shaffer Invited You

It's one o'clock at midnight.

Outside the house was a world of ice and snow. Cold wind was howling and the snowflakes on the

window lattice were condensed into ice.

Inside the house, it was quiet warm with fire burning briskly in the fireplace.

Catalina slept soundly, hugging the warm quilt and the doll her mother gave her.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

Immediately, there was a knock at the door.

At first, Catalina thought she was dreaming, so she ignored it. And then she turned over and continued

to sleep.

Then the pounding started up again on the door and was getting more and more urgent.

Catalina opened her eyes.

Her eyelids get so heavy because she was sleepy, "Who is it?"

"Mrs. Shaffer, it's me, Wendy."

Wendy is the personal maid that Ralph arranged for Catalina in this house.

"Come in."

Catalina rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Glancing at the new Chinese-style double-sided wall clock on the wall, Catalina's brows twitched twice

and lay back on the pillow.

What?

Knocking on the door at one o'clock in the morning. Isn't it a death call?

Wendy pushed the door open, "Mrs. Shaffer?"

She approached the bed lightly, squatted down, and called Catalina in a low voice, "Am I disturbing

you?"

Catalina lifted her heavy eyelids, looking at her with an air of grievance, "What do you think? It's one

o'clock now. I was just dreaming..."

Wendy was sorry.

She clung to Catalina's ear and whispered: "Mr. Shaffer invited you to his room!"

"Ah?"

Catalina sat up immediately, being wide awake, "Who called me?"

"Mr. Shaffer."

Wendy replied and added, "Mr. Shaffer invited you to go to the Lake Compound"

"..."

Catalina blinked, thinking that she was dreaming.

"Mrs. Shaffer, get up please, Mr. Shaffer's maid has been waiting for you outside the door for a long

time."

"No, he asked me to go to his room at midnight? Isn't it too weird?" Catalina hugged the silk quilt tightly.

Wendy brought her a long padded jacket for her, and smiled:" This is not strange at all. You are the wife

of Mr. Shaffer. Isn't it natural for him to invite you to his room?"

"No, no, absolutely not."

The more Catalina thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she simply grabbed the

quilt and lay down again.

"Mrs. Shaffer, what are you doing?"

"Wendy, tell the maid and say that I can't get up and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"If I could, I would do so as soon as possible!"

Wendy squatted down again at Catalina's bedside, "Mr. Shaffer said that if you refuse to go, the maids

in your room, including me, will all be punished!"

"Ah?"

Catalina frowned.

"Yeah." Wendy nodded.

"Isn't this too overbearing?"

Catalina sat up.

"Then what can we do? Here, Mr. Shaffer's words are the imperial edict, and no one can disobey it. You

will understand in the future."

Wendy said, putting the padded jacket on Catalina' shoulder.

Catalina had no choice but to throw off the quilt and get out of bed.

In fact, she was clear in her mind!

Because, wasn't she, Catalina, a study companion of Bennett when she was a child?

However, everyday life is changing. Catalina never thought that one day she would be "promoted" to

become the better half of Bennett.

This could truly be called a dream-come-true, right?

However, it was unknown whether it was a good dream or a nightmare.

But one thing was certain: the relationship between them would only be a dream.

After getting up, Catalina followed Bennett's maid to the Lake Compound with nervousness.

Catalina was indulging in wild imaginations along the way.

What on earth did Bennett want to do by inviting her to his room at midnight?

Could it be...

Catalina hastily covered her heavy down jacket tightly.

No, no, Bennett should... not be interested in her body.

But if he was not interested, how to explain the previous two times?

"Mrs. Shaffer, we're here."

The servant reminded her.

Catalina came back to her senses and summoned up her courage to follow the maid into a room with a

circular arch of Wheelworth.

However, to Catalina's surprise, Bennett was not in the room.

Catalina let out a sigh of relief.

The heating made the room so warm that Catalina had to take off her down jacket.

The maid led Catalina into the bathroom, "Mrs. Shaffer, Mr. Shaffer ordered you to fill the bathtub with

water, and he will come to take a bath and change clothes in a while."

"..."

So Bennett invited her to his room just to order her?

To fill the bathtub with water?

He had the nerve to say so.

Though there were so many maids, he didn't order them, but let her come. It was already obvious what

his intention was.

"Where is he?"

Catalina asked the maid.

"Mrs. Shaffer, he is in the study on the second floor."

"...Oh."

"Mrs. Shaffer, if you have no other orders, I'll go out."

"Okay."

The maid went out of Bennett's bedroom.

Catalina glanced around the bathroom, and sighed: "How nice the life of the rich is!"

This bathroom alone was twice larger than the house she and her father lived!

Looking at the so-called bathtub, Catalina was speechless. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

How could it be a bathtub? Its size was comparable to an indoor swimming pool!

Was Bennett trying to embarrass her on purpose? How long would it take to fill it with water?

Catalina turned on the hot water.

The water temperature showed that it was stable at forty-two degrees.

Catalina squatted next to the bathtub, resting his chin on her hand and quietly watching the water line

in the bathtub slowly rising little by little.

"It's too slow. How long will it take? "

She muttered in a low voice, her eyelids began to fight involuntarily.

The loud splash sounded like a lullaby.

After finishing his work, Bennett came out of the study.

He took off his suit, threw it on the sofa, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.

But when he saw the scene in the bathroom, he paused with a hand unbuttoning his shirt cuff buttons.

He frowned slightly.

Outside the huge bathtub, there was a dainty figure lying on her stomach.

Her oval face pressed against the edge of the bathtub, which was squeezed out of form.

The long black hair was scattered in the water, spread out in layers, like seaweed.

The soft light on the top of her head cast a halo of a young girl on her small and exquisite features.

For a moment, Bennett seemed to see the young and ignorant little girl from a few years ago.

His heart seemed to be beaten heavily by something.

The taut outline of his face was unconsciously loosened.

But he soon came back to his senses, and his beautiful facial features were once again covered with

coldness.

He unbuttoned the cuff links, took off the diamond watch on his wrist, and put it in the storage box on

the washstand.

He loosened the tie and glanced at the sleeping girl by the bathtub through the mirror, frowning.

"Catalina." He yelled.

The girl by the bathtub didn't respond.