Chapter 155

  Barbie stared at Philip II with a bewildered expression, her eyes revealing a timid and frightened look, as if the events of that evening had scared her badly.

  She trembled and shrank into Philip II's arms, not even daring to breathe.

  Suddenly, Philip II flipped over, picked her up and placed her in front of his chest, holding Barbie's head with his powerful arms, pressing her tightly against his chest.

  Barbie closed her eyes in terror, her whole body stiffened, and she trembled with fear, afraid of being beaten like her stepfather who would take out his anger on her whenever he was dissatisfied.

  She was called Catherine, originally the heir of the Yun Group, living a happy life. However, after her mother's death, everything at home was squandered by her stepfather. He, who knew no restraint, even went to Las Vegas to gamble lavishly, resulting in not only losing all their property but also owing a large sum of money to the casino, plus exorbitant interest rates, now amounting to twelve digits, several billion dollars in debt, causing him to be hunted down by the underworld. The despicable stepfather then turned his mind to her, saying he wanted to take her out for dinner, but unexpectedly after one meal, she was sold to an organization called the Dark Empire, claiming they would send her to their boss to amuse himself. Fortunately, she said she needed to use the restroom and managed to escape by climbing out of the window.

  She had just escaped into this car to avoid being chased by a group of thugs, only to encounter another drunk man.

  The painful expression on the man's face was similar to that of her stepfather when he lost money, and she was afraid that he would hit her like her stepfather did. The wound on her body had not healed yet, and she really couldn't withstand a second injury. Especially the bloody mouth on her back had not scabbed over, and the place where Philip II's big palm had pressed down on her was painfully sore, so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

  She closed her eyes and waited for a long time, but the expected beating did not come to her. She secretly opened her eyes and quietly observed the man holding her tightly from the gap between her eyelids. This man should be handsome, right? Although she couldn't see his eyes, she could tell that this man was exceptional from his handsome face. His straight nose bridge rose high like a small mountain, his nose tip wasn't big, unlike those of most white people, but rather delicate, his lips were thick and red, his chin was pointed, with a sensual dimple in the middle, the whole person looked as elegant as Apollo, the sun god.

  I've never seen such a handsome man, it's as if he's not real.

  Catherine fell asleep in the man's arms without being bullied as she had imagined.

  When Philip woke up, there was a beautiful Barbie-like girl lying in his arms, frowning in confusion. Where did this girl come from? He only remembered that he had drunk a lot of wine last night and saw a high-tech Barbie on his car when he left the bar, so he took her home.

  High-tech Barbie?

  Could it be that what I picked up wasn't a doll at all, but a beautiful little girl like Barbie?

  He couldn't help but cover her with a quilt when he saw the little girl curled up together.

  When his palm touched the girl's back, he saw that the girl frowned and muttered to herself. He curiously looked at her back and found that the pale pink gauze dress on her back was stained with blood red.

  Is Barbie hurt?

  Philip II immediately sat up, putting the girl on his lap and gently lifting her veil. Indeed, a shocking sight appeared in his line of sight.

  Who is so cruel as to lay hands on such a lovely little girl?

  Philip II hastily jumped down and went to find a medicine box to help the little girl apply medicine.

  "Ow!" The little girl's eyes snapped open in pain from the sting of the disinfectant.

  When she saw the handsome face in front of her, she panicked and screamed, wanting to escape.

  "Don't move!" Philip II pressed down on the little girl's body, keeping her pinned to the bed.

  "Don't hit me," Catherine said, trembling, her captivating blue eyes showing fear, as if she was afraid of Philip II as a fierce god.

  "Who said I was going to hit you, I'm just trying to put medicine on you." Philip II shook his head helplessly. What kind of person had scared this little girl into being so timid? If she were his sister, he wouldn't dare hit her. How lovely Barbie was, especially those green gemstone-like eyes, shining brightly with innocence and purity.

  Catherine gazed tensely at Philip II, still unable to believe that there was such a good person in the world who would bandage her wounds for this stranger.

  But he was carefully applying medicine for her, Catherine was moved to tears. She really met a good person.

  "What's your name?" Philip II asked while applying the medicine. The wound had become somewhat festering, and if he didn't apply the medicine soon, it would probably fester.

  "My name is Catherine." Catherine replied timidly, blinking her bright green eyes.

  "Can you tell me who hurt you?" Philip II felt the skin under his palm tremble, stiff and knotted together, and couldn't help but feel heartache. Such a small girl shouldn't have to bear such heavy injuries.

  Catherine somewhat timidly told Philip II about her own experiences.

  On hearing Catherine's account, Philip II was so enraged that he nearly rushed to her home and killed her wicked stepfather. How could there be such a shameless man who not only squandered all the property of his wife's family but also sold their daughter?

  Such a man is really scum and shouldn't have come into this world.

  "Katherine, can you go back home?" Philip II asked with concern, wondering if this little girl would be sold again by her stepfather if she went back. He began to worry about the fate of this poor little girl.

  "Go home? No! I don't want to go home!" Catherine suddenly clung to Philip II in fear, shouting tremulously.

  "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he won't have the chance to hurt you again." Philip II comfortingly patted the girl's back.

  That stepfather actually scared Catherine so much, how despicable! Since he met Philip II, he must get justice for this girl. A man like that doesn't deserve to live in this world anymore.

  "Please don't send me home, okay?" Catherine looked up at the man with pleading green eyes, "Good sir, may I stay? I won't eat your food for free. Really, I promise. I can do lots of chores, cook, sweep, tidy up the house, wash clothes."

  On hearing Catherine's words, Philip II immediately covered her little mouth and said with a serious face: "I don't want child labor."

  "Ah?" Catherine's eyes drooped sorrowfully, and a layer of mist gathered in her pupils.

  "I'm sorry, I know my request was too much. I'll leave now," said Catherine, her eyes welling up with tears as she turned to go. There must be some place in this vast world where she could find refuge.

  "Come back!" Philip II pulled Catherine back into his arms with a smile, saying: "Beautiful Barbie, I didn't say you couldn't stay."

  Catherine looked up in surprise, staring at him with a shocked expression.

  "Since there's nowhere to go, let's just make ourselves at home here. I'll have the butler help you settle into a bedroom in a bit." Philip II patted Catherine's face soothingly.

  "Thank you!" Catherine burst into tears of gratitude. Her slender body was as light as a feather, delicate like a doll less than ten years old, but the gentle beauty clinging to her chest stood proudly, showing him her feminine charm.

  Philip II ran out awkwardly after finishing speaking.

  Having lost Philip II's warm embrace, Catherine felt a little desolate

  As Catherine walked down the stairs, she saw Philip II staring at a newspaper. She curiously walked over and sat beside him. With a sideways glance, she sneaked a peek at the report on the paper.

  Above it was written in large red characters: "The world's two giants are joining forces, the Qianjin of the Xuan Yuan Group and the CEO of the Leng family will be getting engaged."

  "Sir?" Catherine called out hesitantly to the wooden Philip II, trying to bring him back to his senses.

  "Don't bother me!" Philip II suddenly bellowed, tearing the newspaper to shreds. He dropped Catherine and walked away without looking back.

  Catherine sat there wounded, letting tears wet her shirt.

  "Don't be upset, Miss. The prince isn't angry with you; he's just in a bad mood. Maybe it will pass." The butler comforted the poor Catherine.

  Not in a good mood? Is it because of the beautiful lady on that newspaper? Seeing that smiling girl, she actually feels jealous, jealous of her happiness. Does sir also like her?

  Thinking like this, her young heart actually started to ache, as if Mr. shouldn't be with Xuan Yu Wei Shan. But she couldn't understand her own heart, didn't know what was going on, and it felt like her heart had been hollowed out.

  Master agreed to take her in, shouldn't she be very happy? Why is she sad?

  After dinner, she began to clean Philip II's room despite the opposition of the housekeeper. She cleaned the house spotlessly and even swept away the dust hidden in the dark corners. Although her back still hurt, compared to her current happiness, that little pain was nothing.

  Finally able to get rid of her stepfather's torment, she should feel extremely happy. Sir, no, Prince Wang is really a good person. From the butler's mouth, she only knew that the one who saved her was the noble Spanish prince. Such a noble prince would actually apply medicine for someone as insignificant as her, she was truly touched. For this, she must work even harder to serve him, to show gratitude for his kindness.

  Until nightfall, His Royal Highness did not return. In order to bid him goodnight in person, she sat waiting in the house, but after a long time had passed and Philip II still hadn't returned, she fell asleep on his bed.

  Philip II fell onto the bed in a drunken stupor, only to find himself on top of a soft and beautiful body.

  When Philip II woke up and saw the beautiful Barbie covered with hickeys, he pounded his head in regret: "Damn it! What's the difference between what you did and that stepfather?"

  "Your Highness, Catherine won't blame you." Catherine lifted her lovely little face and smiled happily.

  The prince's handsome appearance captivated her, she fell in love with him, and she was willing to become his. Last night, he made her his woman, and she was really happy.

  "Barbie, never come into my room again!" Philip II shouted wildly as he fled downstairs, slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

  Detestable! Philip II, what are you thinking? How can this be?

  Barbie's life is already miserable, why do you still want to add insult to injury?

  If you don't love her, then don't move her.

  Fled in a panic, and didn't return to that house with Barbie for several days.

  Because of the prince's order that morning, Catherine did not dare to enter his room again. Every night, she squatted on the ground at his door, waiting for him, but it had been several days since he last came out.

  The weather was gradually getting colder, on a deep autumn night, the wind blew mournfully, blowing through Catherine's body, she was frozen and curled up together, her whole body couldn't help but tremble with cold.

  When Philip II returned home, he saw the scene that pained his heart. He saw Barbie's small face had turned pale as paper, and he hastily picked up her petite body and carried her into his own room.

  Her body was already icy cold, without a hint of warmth. Even holding her tightly in his arms couldn't warm her up.

  He pulled up the bedclothes and wrapped them both in their warmth, Philip II using his own body heat to warm her.

  "Barbie, you little fool! Why are you sitting in front of the door waiting for me?" Philip II was heartbroken over Catherine's infatuation.

  What's so good about him that she has to wait for him like this? Has she fallen in love with him? This kind of love is bound to get hurt!

  "Barbie, don't love me." Philip II buried his face in Catherine's chest and began to sob.

  Loving someone is so painful, not getting the response from that person will add to the pain. He has deeply felt how deep this pain is and doesn't want Barbie to be like him, trapped in this emotional swamp.

  "Are you Prince Wang?" Catherine asked with a pair of painful eyes, full of fantasy.

  How many dreams had she had, in which the prince would be gentle to her. Is this also a dream? If it is a dream, then she didn't want to wake up again, let her indulge in this dream, because in this dream there was the figure of the prince, once awake the prince would disappear and could no longer be seen.

  "It's me, Barbie. Don't love me, whatever you do, don't fall in love with me!" Philip II commanded strongly. Barbie was already pitiful enough, he didn't want her to suffer the pain of unrequited love again, that wound would be the most painful of all. He got drunk every night but still couldn't calm his heartache. Even after a night of debauchery, he still couldn't forget Little Xiangxiang.

  Catherine smiled bitterly. Philip II was a noble prince, while she was just a homeless orphan, how could she be qualified to love him? She didn't even have the right to stand by his side, did she?

  Since the prince doesn't allow her to love him, she will obey and no longer "love" him. As long as the prince is willing to let her quietly accompany him by his side, she has nothing more to ask for.

  "Your Highness, Catherine knows she is not worthy." Catherine's limpid blue eyes were filled with melancholy. Her words had barely escaped her lips when they were blocked by Philip II's finger on her tender cherry mouth.

  Why does he feel sorry for Barbie when she's sad? He doesn't want her to be unhappy. He never cared about whether they matched or not, love has no distinction of high and low, even if she was an orphan, if he loved her, he wouldn't care about anything, even if it meant going against his parents, he would fight for his own love. But he doesn't love her, he really doesn't want to hurt her.

  When he heard her say that she didn't deserve it, his heart was stabbed. This poor Barbie, her heart is so fragile, how can she bear the harm she has caused to herself?

  Love hurts people, it's because of love that we get hurt!

  Catherine's tears melted into Philip II's mouth, astringent, bitter, with a sour taste.

  Philip II suddenly woke up with a start. What was he doing? He was kissing Barbie again. This would only get Barbie deeper into trouble.

  Philip II pushed Catherine away and hastily left her, saying awkwardly: "Barbie, you stay here, I'll go next door to sleep."

  Xiaoxiao, why did you want to abandon him? Why must you be so fixated on Leng Yuxuan? Can't the prince's identity even attract her?

  Katherine's green eyes, which had been abandoned by him, were filled with mist. She stroked her swollen lips with her fingers, savoring the lingering scent of masculinity on her lips.

  Even if the prince doesn't love her, she's happy just being by his side.

  Is this love?

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