My Sweetheart

“Bertie, what do you mean?”

Kathy never would have thought that the car her grandfather sent to pick her up would also be picking Bertie up too.

And that they were both going to the same place.

“It was your grandfather who invited me to stay at your house as a guest. You perhaps did not know, but when I was younger I stayed at the Booth’s house for a period of time. Your grandfather always hoped that he would have a granddaughter, so that I could marry her.”

“You are just speaking nonsense!” Kathy interrupted him.

She was not able to believe what Bertie was saying.

However the expression on Bertie’s face made it seem like he was not lying.

“Kathy, you have to believe that our fate was destined from a very young age." Bertie raised his thin lips.

“I’m already married.” Kathy said in a rather righteous way.

“Well no one can predict what will happen in the future, Kathy, I don’t mind being with a woman who has married once before.”

Kathy was speechless for a few seconds.

“I have a very happy family now, so Mr. Marshall, please would you stay away from me!”

Bertie narrowed his eyes and said, “It seems that currently we are not on intimate enough terms with each other yet.”

Kathy pushed open the door and got out of the car, not paying any more attention to him.

Compared to the extravagant ancient castle that the Booth reside in within City N, the Booth’s estate in Country B had a European style garden which made the property seem mysterious, quiet and rather low profile.

Jennifer came out from the living room and said, “Kathy, you’ve arrived! Did Bertie arrive too?”

“Yes, Mr Booth and I have something to talk about. Therefore I'm afraid that I will be disturbing you for a short period of time here.” Bertie said politely.

Jennifer nodded, “I will go and get someone to arrange a room for you now.”

Bertie started to walk towards the study as if he had been there before. Kathy watched the back of him as he walked away; she never expected that what he had just said was true.

“Kathy, were you and Bertie on the same flight?”

“Yes.” Kathy’s face was rather indifferent, as she thought about how she would have to be living with him while she stayed here; it made her feel very uncomfortable.

Jennifer seemed to be able to sense Kathy’s emotions and therefore went to lightly pat Kathy’s shoulders and said, “Bertie’s father was very close with your grandfather, therefore that child used to often come to our home. Because of this your grandfather regarded him as half a son.”

Kathy really was not interested in anything to do with Bertie, and therefore her face remained disinterested.

As she went up to her room, she didn’t expect that Bertie would be staying in the room opposite her.

Kathy ignored him.

and asked, “Tonight I will be cooking something,

“Whatever.”

not able to be a little nicer with me? I will be staying here for quite some time; therefore

serious expression and looked at Bertie, “So,

woman, can’t we at least

that you have no other friends?” Kathy asked

“Yes, not many.”

bored.” Kathy entered her room and closed the door loudly

his face; he seemed to

passed by and saw Bertie standing in front of Kathy’s bedroom door her face

politely greeted her

come here at

remembered that before Zack did not really

that if he had a granddaughter then the man he would

Marshall family, the Booth family knew almost everything about

married, and being her mother she did not wish to

as if Zack was not thinking

business.” Bertie raised his

…

with her grandfather and then

actually serious about making the food himself.

that he would have the

did not want to be in the same room as him, she turned her head

out to her and said, “Kathy, come over here and

don’t have the time.” Kathy did

when we will be able to eat

frowned, “What about getting a servant to come

only you are able

handed her

you cook this

Kathy remained silent.

the plate blankly and walked

his arms, leaned against the wall and watched her

tense; she felt his eyes piercing through her from behind. She just wanted

picked up the seasoning bottle next to her, Bertie stretched out

coldly

don’t cook so often.” Bertie

“Yes.”

angry at her cold attitude towards him and it seemed he

the dish, he continued to ask her to help with the other things

on

dinner at an appropriate time then she would have stopped helping