Chapter 36 Attending a Funeral

Cold sweat trickled out from under his skin one drop at a time. Shen Mochen wanted to deny it, yet Catherine's gaze was so clear, as if she could discern lies; instinctively, he stopped himself from doing so.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mochen had an epiphany; his years of dealing with the Yin family sisters reminded him of the essential skill for turning the tables when cornered.

"Why would you ask such a thing, are you doubting my love for you? Do you think I'm the type who would cheat on his own initiative?" Shen Mochen's face filled with annoyance as he turned his head to one side, his voice tinged with grievance, "If you can't trust me, then let's just break..."

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Catherine's fingers lightly pressed against Shen Mochen's lips, her mouth corners lifting.

Pity, Shen Mochen thought to himself. If only he could take this chance to break up, although he knew the likelihood of splitting over such a trivial matter was slim.