Chapter 43 Apologize?

• Catharine's P.O.V
• I could tell that Hunter was still furious. His entire body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin, and his hands were still balled into fists at his sides. He looked like he was about to do something rash, something that might make this whole situation even worse than it already was.
• I didn't want that. I didn't want Hunter to get into more trouble because of me, I didn't want him to do something he might regret later. So I reached out slowly and gently touched the back of his jacket, my fingers barely making contact with the expensive fabric. I gave a light tug, just enough for him to feel it, hoping he would understand what I was trying to communicate.