James' POV
When I realized that I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up from my dream at all.
In my dream, Catherine was so gentle to me, and I was even reluctant to hug her hard in my dreams.
Suddenly, her tearful face flashed in my dreams, and I sat up with a start.
Looking at the empty bed beside me, I couldn't help but think of what I said to her before. I was really a bastard!
I found her number on my phone and wanted to apologize and explain to her. But she called me first.
I kept a clear mind and answered her call. She sounded flustered and nervous. When she began to sob, my heart tightened.
I changed my clothes while talking with her on the phone. I then rushed to her home as fast as I could.
Fortunately, the driver knew that I had drunk last night and was waiting at the d
