Chapter 942



“Johnson, are you out of your mind? We’re siblings!”

“We’re not blood-related!” Johnson shot back sharply, desperation lacing his words.

Catherine exclaimed, “That’s still unacceptable! You’re my brother! You’ll always remain my brother—my family!”

“I don’t want to be your brother!” Johnson’s voice rose.

“I want you to see me—not as your brother, but as a man who loves you!”

The intensity in his dark eyes was overwhelming—a tempest of longing and frustration—so much so that Catherine didn’t dare meet his gaze any longer.

Her breathing quickened as she yearned to free herself from Johnson’s grasp on her shoulders, but his hold was unrelenting, as though he feared letting go would mean losing her forever.

Catherine said, “You’re drunk! I’ll pretend I never heard any of this.”

Johnson’s expression darkened further at her dismissal.

“If words won’t convince you, then…” His voice trailed off.

Catherine frowned as she cautiously met his gaze.

The next second, she saw Johnson lean in, and she felt his lips on hers.

Catherine’s eyes widened in shock. Without hesitating, she tried to push Johnson away.

However, Johnson was quicker, grasping her hands with his and deepening the kiss.

Catherine struggled, trying to break free.

The kiss was brief.

Soon, Johnson released Catherine.

He leaned in close, resting his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“Now… Do you believe me?” he whispered hoarsely.

Catherine didn’t reply, but tears welled up in her eyes.

She was overwhelmed—how had things escalated to this point?

The events of the evening were too much for her to process.

She pushed Johnson away and turned her back to him.

“Leave,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Johnson paused, taking a deep breath.

He understood tonight had shaken Catherine deeply, and she wouldn’t be able to accept what had happened so soon.

Knowing that staying here would not help, he spoke again.

“I’m not drunk. Everything I said tonight came from my heart.” Without waiting for a response, Johnson left the room.

Only after the door closed did Catherine close her eyes tightly. The realization hit her hard—Johnson, whom she had always considered a brother, harbored romantic feelings for her.

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