Chapter 51 Terrible in Bed

Catherine glanced at Harry casually before looking away. She didn't seem concerned whether he had heard her. "Excuse me," she said, a trace of impatience in her voice. Harry stepped aside. As Catherine walked past him and slung her bag over her shoulder, he called out from behind. "So, to you... I'm trash?" There was an ambiguity in his tone. It was neither plainly angry nor openly amused. Catherine stopped, crossed her arms, and met the darkness in his eyes head-on. "Yes, you're a perfect fit for a trash can." Harry let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "Should I be thanking you for that?" "You're welcome," Catherine replied, turning away to leave. In the busy hospital corridor, Harry spoke in a low voice, but it still carried to anyone passing by. "It's my fault I couldn't satisfy you." Catherine halted and uncrossed her arms. So he had heard her, after all. She faced Harry again, her expression serious. "There's a urology clinic downstairs. You should check it out. Don't risk