Deadly Doting Marriage - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Visiting the Cemetery

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was a super luxurious limousine. The exterior was dignified and elegant, while the carriage was quiet and exquisite.

It had ample storage space for suitcases. It was comfortable and convenient, and it could even accommodate a total of nine people.
However, it was kept in the garage all year round because of its size. It was only driven less than ten times a year.

It was used this time for the trip to the cemetery. The driver finally started the car.

Once everyone had entered the car, the car started slowly and drove toward the cemetery.

‘As soon as Waverly got into the car, she saw John sitting next to Kathleen. A hint of jealousy flashed across her eyes.

‘Ican’t let this b*tch, Kathleen, have a chance to get close to my cousin!”

‘Waverly stood up and pushed Kathleen away, sitting between John and Kathleen.

John swept her a glance, his face filled with displeasure.

Waverly immediately said, “John, I want to be close to you.”

“Are you more willing to sit with a jinx like Kathleen than to sit closer to me?”

John frowned.

Rachel scolded, “Waverly, stop messing around!”

“Tm not messing around, I’m just want to be closer to my cousin!” Waverly said as she grabbed onto John’s arm and leaned against his shoulder.
John’s expression was cold as he pushed her away, “Sit properly!”

“If you don’t want me to hug you, fine. However, don’t even think about hugging Kathleen!”

‘Waverly’s face turned red with anger. “You’re my cousin, not her cousin!”

‘When Rachel heard what she said, she sighed. She looked at John and said, “John, I apologies for her behavior, it must be annoying.”
“It’s fine!”John said as he looked out the window. It was obvious that he was not bothered with Waverly.

Waverly pouted unhappily, but she still chose to sit between Kathleen and John.

This little orphan Jinx would not be able to seduce John with her around!

It was the middle of winter, and the cold wind was bone- piercing. White snowflakes fell one after another.

Outside the window was a field of white snow. The wilfully dancing snowflakes were like beautiful butterflies. They pounced on the car window in tens of thousands. Some were flying, some were circling and dancing with the cold wind.
Kathleen’s fingers could not help but touch the window as if she could touch the snowflakes outside the car window. Kathleen looked at the car window.
Her pair of pitch-black eyes stared at that crystal-clear snowflake, feeling a sense of envy.

Yes, envy. Snowflakes had freedom.

It can be transformed into a variety of shapes, moving freely on earth.

However, the same can’t be said about her. She had no freedom to choose what she could or could not do.

Sometimes she did not know whether she had made the right choice to stay by John’s side!

“What are you thinking about?”A deep voice came from behind. Kathleen turned around and saw John’s deep eyes.

She shook her head and said, “I’m Fine!”

John held onto Kathleen’s hand even though Waverly was in between.

Kathleen was speechless. “Young master, you…”

“Why are your hands so cold? Are you cold?”John looked up at the driver and said in a low voice, “Turn on the heater!”

‘The driver said respectfully, “Yes, Young Master!” After saying that, he turned the heater up in the car.

As the heater warmed up, the interior of the car was even warmer than before.

‘Waverly was originally wearing fur. With the warm wind blowing, her body immediately became hot.

She glared fiercely at Kathleen and unhappily took off her fur coat.

As she left to take off her coat, John sat in her seat and leaned against Kathleen.

Kathleen looked up at John and said, “Young master, I’m fine. I’m not cold!”

‘As she spoke, she drew her hand from John’s.

“Why are your hands so cold if you aren’t?” John bent over, looking at her, “I said you are not allowed to reject me!”

“Okay.” Kathleen bit her lip and stopped moving.

Seeing how obedient she was, John nodded his head in satisfaction and continued to hold on to Kathleen’s hand to keep her warm.
Kathleen’s hands were long and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed. Her hands are both soft and cleaned.

John rubbed her hands together, but her hands were still cold. He could not help but put them near his mouth to warm them up.
Such ambiguous action caused Waverly’s jealous eyes to turn red.

John had never cared for her so much. Why was he so good to Kathleen?

‘Waverly gritted her teeth and said, “What a slut. She’s already nineteen years old, but she’s acting like a dead person. She stayed at my cousin’s house, clinging on to my cousin, refusing to leave. She really doesn’t want to… !”
Before she finished speaking, she saw the anger in John’s eyes and instantly shut her mouth.

‘This was how John was when he was angry. There was no need for words, and just a pair of cold eyes was enough to scare away the people around him.
‘That imposing manner was enough to make people feel a chill down their spines.

Waverly had not dared to anger him. She turned around angrily and refused to look at the two of them anymore.

After she stopped talking, the car returned to its usual silence.

It’s about an hour’s drive from Lambert’s residential villa to the cemetery.

During the one hour, Kathleen wanted to pull her hand away countless times.

However, every time she tried to escape, John tightened his grip on her.

So they held hands all the way.

‘Waverly looked at the two of them holding hands. Her face was pale with anger, and she wanted to swallow Kathleen up.

However, no matter how much she sulked, John and Kathleen ignored her.

In the morning, the limousine pulled into the cemetery.

This cemetery was very big, inside was full of gravestones.

Each gravestone is lined up neatly with pictures of the dead on it. The price of a plot here is unimaginably high.

After the driver drove the limousine to the parking lot, Rachel, Kathleen, and the others took out the flowers and followed John to the Lambert family’s graves. On the tombstone were pictures of John’s father and mother; John’s father was young and handsome, and his mother looked beautiful.
However, John looked more like his mother.

Kathleen handed the flowers to John, who began planting them in front of the grave.

Kathleen stood behind John, silently watching John.

‘Waverly swept a glance at Kathleen, her eyes flashed a touch of jealousy.

She walked behind Kathleen and took the opportunity to kick Kathleen when she was unprepared.

‘Waverly’s kick was very strong, as she ruthlessly kicked Kathleen’s calf.

Kathleen was caught off guard and immediately knelt in front of the tombstone.

‘When the others saw Kathleen kneeling down, they revealed shocked expressions. “Kathleen?”

John glanced at Kathleen, and his brows furrowed as well. “Kathleen?”

Kathleen had not said a thing. She took the flowers and started planting them alongside John.

Kathleen’pale little face contrasted against the flowers.

Her dark eyes, flickering with unreadable emotions.

John looked at Kathleen. The corners of his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

‘When Rachel saw that John was busy planting flowers and cleaning the grave, she took Waverly away to do the same.

After the ceremony was over, everyone packed up their things and went back.

It was different from when they first came. After the ceremony was over, Kathleen’s gaze drifted and she could not help but look towards the west.

It was a pile of dirt in a shape of a rectangle. It does not look like the cemeteries that belonged to the rich..