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She poked Rod's chest absently, saying, "You startled me. How are you going to compensate me?"

"Wasn't I feeding you just now? You still want compensation?"

Rod caressed Vivian's shoulders, his tone teasing, "How much do you want to eat? Should I feed you again?"

As he spoke, Rod's hand moved downwards.

Vivian quickly pushed Rod away, her voice even more coquettish, "Don't mess around. I'm not made of iron."

Although Rod had educated her countless times, Vivian wasn't one of those naturally gifted people who could really fight three hundred rounds.

Besides, she knew better than anyone how strong Rod's stamina was.

If she didn't refuse Rod now, the next thing she knew, a new round of war might really begin!

Vivian felt that her current topic was particularly dangerous, and if it continued, she would inevitably be severely punished by Rod.

She decisively changed the subject.

"My dad and Catherine divorced a long time ago."

Vivian looked up at Rod, her body curled up beside him like a small animal, and whispered, "I grew up with Catherine. My dad never came to see me."

"Divorced?"

Rod paused his wandering hand and looked down at Vivian, whose face was a little lonely.

"Yeah, my dad brought it up."

Vivian pouted, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with Catherine. It's just that my dad disliked Catherine's constant frown and thought she was too boring, so they often argued about this kind of thing."

Pfft.

Rod almost choked on his own saliva.

He looked surprised and looked down at Vivian, "Your dad and Catherine argued about this in front of you?!"

How old was Vivian then? Judging from Vivian's tone, she was at most seven or eight years old!

"What are you thinking!"

Vivian quickly looked up and pounded Rod's shoulder a few times in embarrassment and annoyance, "It's personality! Not that kind of thing you're thinking about!"

She didn't even need to think about it to know where Rod's mind had gone.

Catherine was a responsible mother, and her education was particularly conservative, so how could she argue about that kind of thing in front of her?

Of course, Rod also wanted to tease Vivian, but he still felt a little guilty, so he coughed twice, pretending that he hadn't said that just now.

However, if they really divorced when Vivian was so young.

Then, according to the timeline.

Catherine should have been single for more than ten years.

Another boring and conservative woman, I'm afraid she rarely had relationships with men, and may even have not had close contact with anyone in these ten years.

Under such circumstances.

It's not surprising that Catherine has needs.

Vivian, like a small beast, approached Rod from the side, her watery eyes staring straight at Rod, with a hint of vigilance.

Rod raised his hand and pressed Vivian's head down.

He wasn't afraid to let Vivian know what he was thinking.

Anyway, no matter whether this matter will happen in the end, can Vivian really have an irreconcilable fight with him because of this?

Vivian couldn't struggle or resist Rod's strength, so she could only obediently follow Rod's will.

As a result, not to mention figuring out what Rod was thinking now.

She didn't even have the strength to move, so she could only curl up beside Rod and fall into a deep sleep.

She had exhausted a lot of energy, so naturally she didn't have the strength to make trouble or observe what Rod would do next.

Vivian was completely unaware when Rod got up and left the room.

He turned around and closed the door, calmly glancing at the bedroom next door.

No one there.

Rod raised his eyebrows.

He originally thought that Catherine would be busy hiding at the time and would directly hide back in her room.

Now it seems that Catherine's sense of shame is indeed heavy enough, and she is probably too embarrassed to continue being too close to Vivian and Rod.

Rod chuckled and slowly went downstairs.

He directly used perspective to scan the layout downstairs.

This is naturally the fastest way to find Catherine.

After all, based on the relationship between Catherine and Vivian, Rod also had to care about Catherine's safety, right?

He had to make sure she was still at home and that nothing had happened, right?

But Rod really didn't expect that when he turned on this perspective, he really saw a good show.

Chapter 292: Internal Drive! Buzzing Bees!

After running away from Vivian's door, Catherine was in such a panic that she ran downstairs.

She certainly didn't have the face to go back upstairs for the time being. Coincidentally, there were some small things to relieve stress in the study, so Catherine turned around and went into the study.

But sooner or later, she was worried that Rod or Vivian would come down from upstairs out of curiosity. Only after locking the study door did she calm down.

Catherine gently patted her jumping heart, feeling that after running all the way, the speed of blood circulation throughout her body had accelerated a lot, and the temperature under her palms had become particularly high.

The tears in her eyes became scalding hot because of the feverish temperature, dripping down warmly.

She couldn't help but cup her face, her heart filled with shame.

How could she have been spying on Vivian and her boyfriend!

And even developed different feelings because of this eavesdropping!

But no matter what Catherine thought in her heart, her body's instinctive reactions wouldn't be completely overcome by her thoughts.

Unless she was a powerhouse like Rhode.

But clearly, Catherine wasn't one of them.

So not only did she fail to stop her tears from falling, but she also couldn't control her body, quickly walking to the desk and opening the locked drawer.

Vivian lived in the house, and Vivian was now in college, so she would occasionally use the study.

To prevent Vivian from discovering her little secrets, Catherine had locked the drawer several times.

Catherine looked at the various colors of internal and external drives inside, her expression somewhat conflicted.

In the end, she still couldn't overcome her biological instincts.

Filled with shame, she sat down in the chair and picked out a small internal drive.

In front of her was the large computer screen she usually used for work. At this moment, the computer hadn't been turned on, and the screen was pitch black, perfectly reflecting Catherine's face.

She lowered her eyes, feeling too embarrassed to look at her disheveled appearance.

Because she had overheard those things at the door just now, Catherine's face was already flushed red, and her eyes were filled with an indescribable charm.

Fortunately, Catherine hadn't dressed herself in layers like she did for work in order to receive Rhode, but had instead changed into a long dress.

Compared to pants, it was much more convenient.

However, Catherine had rushed down too quickly and accidentally scratched her long dress on the handrail of the stairs, also creating a long cut inside her thigh.

Catherine could only bear the heartache and tear open her expensive dress, carefully examining the injury on her thigh.

It was an extremely long, vertical cut.

It didn't seem to be bleeding much, and the surrounding area was clean, only slightly red.

But when Catherine gently pressed on it, the blood inside rushed out eagerly.

This was, after all, the inner thigh area, closest to the femoral artery. It was good that there wasn't a complete blood collapse.

Catherine hissed and sucked in a breath of cold air.

She often worked outside and didn't have time to clean the house. Most of the time, she hired a cleaning service. It hadn't been the cleaning service's day yet, and the stair handrail hadn't been cleaned.

If Catherine didn't clean the cut she got today, it might become infected.

She might even get tetanus!

Catherine had no choice but to endure the pain, carefully reaching out her hand, separating her fingers on both sides of the wound, and gently applying force, causing the wound to open further.

Although the wound didn't seem like a big deal on the surface, it was this kind of extremely thin wound that was most likely to cause problems.

As Catherine separated the two sides, blood flowed out on one side, while the inside revealed layers of torn flesh, and a blood-filled hole vaguely poked out, with blood flowing incessantly.

Fortunately, Catherine returned to the study in time, otherwise, judging from this momentum, Catherine would probably have eavesdropped for a little longer, and the blood on her legs would have soaked through the entire dress.

At that time, Catherine would probably have collapsed with weak legs, kneeling in front of the door, without even the strength to move.

She cried out softly in pain.

But in order to clean the wound properly and prevent infection, Catherine could only masochistically reach into the wound, stirring around to find the dirt and debris inside.

The blood flowed out along her palm, actually staining the entire chair and the ground with a lot of blood.

It was only because there was no one else present.

Otherwise, people might have thought it was some kind of forbidden scene.

Catherine thought whimsically, then suddenly felt that her thoughts were particularly shameful, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

She should solve the problem of the wound bleeding first.

Knowing that it wouldn't be good to alarm others now, Catherine lowered her head and rummaged through the drawer, finding a section of gauze and directly stuffing it into her mouth to bite down on.

Then, she stuffed the internal drive she had just taken out directly into the bloody hole in the wound.

The internal drive quickly began to work.

But it brought a subtle, indescribable pain.

Catherine only felt that her thoughts began to drift higher and higher. Because of the pain, she couldn't quite distinguish her current situation. In her hallucination, she even heard a bee break into the study.

The bee seemed to have discovered nectar, circling around the wound—

That is, Catherine's thigh area.

Spinning non-stop.

It might have been seeking nectar, or it might have been attracted by the blood.

Buzzing incessantly.

Catherine felt a little scared and had to reach out and cover the wound, but the vibration of the bee's wings was still making a fluttering buzzing sound.

Catherine really didn't know whether she should first drive the bee out, preventing its stinger from stabbing her, or continue treating the wound first.

The sound of the bee vibrating its wings was really too terrifying, as if it was coming from inside Catherine's body.

She was at a loss, both afraid and panicked.

In the end, she could only open the wound, hoping that the bee could understand that this was just her wound, not some sweet stamen.

After realizing the difference, the bee indeed felt bored and retreated from Catherine's side.

With a '啪' sound.