As my fingers touched his face, he reached out and grabbed my hand. He slowly looked at me, his eyes wet, his cheeks still flushed.
The next moment, he suddenly sat up and hugged me tightly.
He pushed me against his broad chest and the woody scent from his body instantly filled my nostrils.
He was hugging me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
"Samuel, I'm not leaving. Never leaving."
Close to me, his warm breath sprayed on my face, tickling me. I tilted my face up towards his lips.
But just as we were about to kiss, his eyes suddenly cleared and he pushed me away heavily.
"You're not the Catherine I know. You are fucking fake, fake!"
Before I could react, he pounced on me and pressed me down on the bed.
His brows were furrowed and his eyes were bloodshot.
He grabbed my neck and roared at me, "Give it back to me! Give me the real Catherine!"
He let go and began to tear the clothes on my chest frantically. "Everything you have is fucking fake, even your feelings are fake. You plotted against me falling in love, plotted against me getting married and the next step is to have a baby? Will having a child finally make you leave me alone?"