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Chapter 11 Why Did You Marry Me
Chapter 11 Why Did You Marry Me
Chapter 11 Why Did You Marry Me
On her way to the front yard the following morning, Catalina caught a whiff of steak.
"Wow!"
She headed for the dining room while tying her hair. "Ralph, are you making breakfast today? It smells
so good! I had no idea I was this hungry until now! You should listen to how my stomach is rumbling!"
Catalina suddenly stopped when she noticed the person standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had forgotten entirely that Bennett had come back home.
He was dressed formally, with one hand in his suit pant pocket and leather shoes on his feet. He stood
tall and erect in front of the window, his stance as solid and unwavering as a pine tree.
He was bathed in a brilliant white glow through the thin wooden window, which seemed to be
permeated by a divine silver light. That light distinguished him from others as if he did not belong in this
world.
Bennett was, without a doubt, God's favorite and a king whom no one dared to approach.
"Good morning, Catalina."
Ralph, who was waiting at the table, politely said to Catalina after seeing her.
"Good morning."
Catalina got so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe even though she just saw Bennett's back.
"Well... I just realized I have something important to do. Maybe I'll skip breakfast. Bye!"
Catalina was then ready to run away.
"Stop." Bennett, who was standing silently by the window, suddenly said.
His demeanor was as icy as the snow that had just melted by the window.
Catalina had to come to a halt. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking back at him with a nervous
expression.
Bennett gave her a blank stare before saying, "Sign the agreement."
"What are you talking about?"
Catalina asked, confused and bewildered.
"Catalina, please come here." Ralph said to remind her.
Catalina hadn't noticed the file sitting on her seat at the table until that moment.
She stumbled over to the table, perplexed.
After seeing the cover, she frowned and asked, "Huh? A postnup?"
Bennett remained standing at the window. He said, "Go ahead and read it. Sign it if you have no
objections."
Bennett appeared to Catalina to be a divine being.
After a brief moment of reflection, she drew out her chair and sat.
Catalina took the paper and began reading it aloud, "Postnuptial Agreement. Bennett Shaffer
represents party A, and Catalina Grant represents party B. First and foremost, Party B is required to
dress modestly, and wear clothing that covers her entire body from the collarbone to the knees."
"That's the worst contract ever!" Catalina thought to herself.
She knew that he had added this clause at the last minute because of what had happened the night
before.
Bennett remained in the sun by the window. Without looking back, he elaborated, "I don't really care
what you wear, but you need to dress more appropriately now that we're married."
He made it sound like Catalina had forced him into getting married, which made her frown.
It didn't matter to her because she always dressed modestly.
Catalina went on, "No shouting or making loud noises at home?"
Catalina frowned at Bennett and asked, "What does that mean?"
"Mr. Shaffer hates loud noises."
Ralph, who was standing across the table from Catalina, kindly explained it to her. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Catalina scowled and muttered her displeasure, "I thought everyone's house was lively. It doesn't feel
like a home if it's too quiet."
Catalina immediately regretted her words as soon as she said that.
She smiled sarcastically and said, "You're right, though. Nobody calls this place home."
Bennett frowned in displeasure because he thought she had blabbered too much.
Catalina moved on to the third: "All red items, especially red clothing, are not allowed in the house."
Catalina knew why he wrote that.
Bennett suffered from a severe case of hemophobia. She had known this when she first met him, but
she never asked him the details about it.
She assumed he, like most people with his disease, would be distressed by the sight of blood, but she
had no idea his reaction would be so strong.
Catalina remembered how he used to look hurt and helpless whenever he saw blood. He looked like a
beast being mistreated.
Catalina was still terrified when she thought about it.
She caught a glimpse of the man standing in front of the window.
Bennett was so intimidating and strong, a far cry from what he looked like when he was a kid: a little
boy who needed protection.
Catalina wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
When she got to "Party B shall behave herself and shall not engaged in intimate conduct and shall not
have any special relationship with any other male other than Party A," she stopped reading.
"You already know the consequences if what happened last night happens again." Bennett turned
around and gave her a stern warning.
Ralph remained silent, not even daring to breathe because he had been involved in the incident the
night before.
"No, I... Well, forgot about it ..."
Catalina wished she could explain to him what had happened, but she was sure he wouldn't listen.
She assumed he didn't care why she was there, that all that mattered was what he saw and his family's
reputation.
"In accordance with Article 5, Party B shall not develop romantic feelings for Party A. As soon as she
shows any interest in him, the engagement will end."
Catalina furrowed her brow even more furiously.
"What exactly do you think of our marriage?" She thought to herself.
Bennett said indifferently, as if he could read her mind, "If you agree to follow the terms of the
agreement, I will pay you $10 million at the end of our engagement. But if you can't, I can call the
marriage off anytime. As for your alimony..."
"You won't get any of it," he said after a brief pause.
Catalina was hurt and enraged by Bennett's cold, icy demeanor.
She knew Bennett didn't want to marry her in the first place, but hearing his words left her confused
and upset.
Catalina put the file on the table and said, "I'm not interested in your money. If you want to call off the
engagement right now, that's fine with me."
Bennett gave her a sneer and a sarcastic look. "You don't have to pretend to be a saint in front of me.
Why did you sell yourself for only $200,000 if you didn't care about money?"
Bennett's sneer made Catalina feel as if she had been slapped in the face by him.
She flushed terribly and was at a loss for words.
Bennett was correct: she indeed sold herself to him for $200,000.
Catalina lost interest in looking at the details of the agreement. As she went to sign it, a question
popped into her head, which made her put the pen down abruptly. "Could you tell me why you married
me?" she asked him.
Bennett turned away from her to look out the window.
The sunlight streaming in through the window highlighted his delicate features. His thin, sensual lips
curled into a straight line, indicating that he had no intention of responding.
Catalina was no longer interested in the reason at this point.
The fact that he didn't love her was the most obvious thing.
Catalina was well aware that she was unqualified to love Bennett due to their huge differences and that
She couldn't reach him no matter how hard she tried.
To Be Continued