Chapter 9 Let Go Of Me

Francis' face darkened.

He clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles in frustration.

The anger simmering in his heart seemed to rise again. He lunged forward and grabbed Cathy's arm.

"Ah!" She yelped in pain. "What the hell are you doing?" "Mr. Mu,

please calm down," Bliss pleaded; his anger frightened her.

Francis' jaw tightened as his gaze fell on the lilies in Cathy's hands. Sadness was written on his face.

Cathy looked at Francis. A frown lined her forehead; she looked back at the flowers and gave the flowers to him.

"Here you go!" she offered.

'These are just flowers. Why does he have to make a fuss about everything?'

Francis knocked off the flowers angrily and grabbed her arm.

"You're hurting me!" Cathy cried as she tried wriggling out of his hold, but the man was strong.

Francis's grip on her arm tightened. "Catherine Lu, keep your filthy hands off my flowers," he hissed through his teeth before shoving her away.

Cathy lost her balance and fell against Bliss.

Anger and hatred surged through her veins. She bit her lip and continued to glare at Francis.

"My hands are not filthy."

Bliss grabbed Cathy's arm to stop her.

"Mrs. Mu, please stop." Bliss didn't want Cathy to fall prey to Francis' anger.

Cathy took a deep breath to stop herself from cursing him.

"I won't sink to your level!" she remarked, her piercing gaze fixed on him.

Francis arched an eyebrow as he eyed Cathy with suspicion.

Cathy shuddered, but she straightened her back to hide her fear. "Why are you staring at me?

Haven't you seen a beautiful woman in your life?"

Francis' eyes twitched as his anger reached its pinnacle. He leaned forward and stared right into her eyes.

"Catherine Lu, I don't give a shit about your memory loss. I will never fall in love with a woman like you, so stop playing your cheap games with me."

Cathy rolled her eyes. 'Is he out of his mind? Who gives a shit about his love?'

"Take her back to her room and make sure she doesn't come out. I don't want to see her wandering around the house until she regains her memories." Francis bellowed his orders.

"If I see her again, then I won't think twice before firing you!"

Bliss trembled with fear. "Yes, Mr. Mu!"

Francis turned on his heels and stormed out of the garden.

Cathy, who had been in a trance, returned to her senses once Francis was out of her sight.

She stomped her feet and turned to look at Bliss. "Who does he think he is? He wants to trap me in my room. Is he a psycho? We live in a liberal country. How dare he dictate my life? Is he a fascist? I just picked some flowers. Why does he have to make a big deal of it? God! I'm tired of listening to his nonsense. He has a problem with everything I do. Doesn't he have any other work apart from eating my brains? I fucking hate him!"

"Mrs. Mu, please calm down. Don't yell; otherwise, he might punish you."

"So what? I'm not afraid of him!" Cathy scoffed.

Although her insides were shaking, she tried hard to remain strong. 'Damn it! Why did Catherine marry an asshole like him?' Francis stopped and turned around.

He couldn't see Cathy, but her hateful words reached his ears.

He vowed not to spare her if he found out that she hadn't lost her memories.

Francis snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a servant walking past him. He shook his head and returned to his room.

Cathy felt dejected.

After Bliss' persuasion, she finally agreed to return to her room.

She looked at her hands and saw the wilted lilies sticking to her sweaty palms.

Bile rose in her throat; she angrily threw the flowers away. "Fucking flowers!"

Bliss sighed helplessly. "Mrs. Mu, I now believe you have lost your memories. Lily is Miss Tang's favorite flower. You shouldn't have spoken to Mr. Mu like that."

Cathy raised her brows. "Miss Tang? Who is she?"

"Umm..." Bliss shifted on her feet awkwardly and scratched her head. 'Oh, no! Why did I say that?

Mrs. Mu has no memories of Miss Tang. I shouldn't have mentioned her.'

"Bliss? Tell me.

Who is Miss Tang?" asked Cathy.

"She... is nobody."