Chapter 309 Get Your Filthy Paws off Me

Last night, Harry had yanked Catherine by the ankle, causing her to slam into his firm abdomen. Just remembering the impact made her go numb. Catherine flinched and quickly averted her gaze. She had thought the man from last night was an escort Eleanor had hired, but somehow, it turned out to be Harry instead. As she went through her blurred memories, it seemed to her that another woman was supposed to be sent to Harry's bed. However, the person in charge mistook Catherine for someone else and sent her here instead. Flustered, Catherine turned on the shower. She didn't even know how much Harry had come inside her. Every time she thought she'd washed clean, more milky-white substance would seep out of her again. Thinking of how Harry had acted like this had nothing to do with him, she said, "Harry, get in here." Outside, Harry was already dressed. He replied coolly, "I'm busy." Catherine pulled open the bathroom door and snapped, "You were the one who came inside me. Shouldn't you