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    Catherine stepped out, her sudden appearance catching both Lucas and Belinda off guard.


    A slow, knowing smile curled on Belinda’s lips.


    Well now… wasn’t this perfect timing?


    Catherine’s eyes immediatelynded on Johnson. He was barely upright, leaning heavily against Lucas, his brows furrowed in difort.


    “What happened to him?” she asked, concerncing her voice.


    “He’s drunk,” Belinda answered. “Since you’re here, Catherine, we’ll leave him in your care. It’s gettingte, and Lucas and I still have to work tomorrow. We’ll head home now.”


    Catherine hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. “All right. I’ll take care of Johnson. You two should go home; really, you’ve done more than enough.”


    “It’s no big deal,” Belinda replied with a contented smile.


    Lucasid Johnson on the bed before quietly exiting the room with Belinda.


    Catherine walked to the bed. She leaned over, giving Johnson a gentle nudge. “Johnson…” His brow twitched faintly, but he didn’t stir. With a soft sigh, Catherine crouched down to remove his shoes, then pulled a nket over him, her movements tender.


    After a moment’s pause, she went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of warm water. She soaked a towel, wrung it out carefully, and began to gently wipe his face.


    Midway through, as her hand passed lightly over his cheek, Johnson’s hand suddenly rose from beneath the covers, his fingers curling around hers.


    Catherine froze in ce.


    Slowly, as if roused by her presence alone, Johnson opened his eyes.


    Their gazes locked. Catherine’s breath caught in her throat.


    Johnson’s eyes were hazy from alcohol, but they burned with a deep intensity when he looked at her.


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    Catherine opened her mouth slightly, ready to speak. But before she could, Johnson spoke first.


    “Cathy…” His voice rasped through the silence, his tone captivating.


    Catherine felt a flush rise up her neck.


    “I’m here,” she said softly, her tone gentle. “Are you feeling all right? I can go to the kitchen and make you some honey water…”


    With that, she started to rise, but before she could pull away, Johnson’s grip tightened.


    In one swift motion, she lost her bnce and fell,nding directly on top of him.


    “Ugh…” Johnson groaned.


    “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” Catherine gasped, instinctively bracing herself with one hand beside his head, trying to push herself up.


    “Don’t move,” he interjected in a deep,manding tone.


    She froze, not daring to move.


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