My Mate Has Two Wolves

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Blake‘s POV

“Blake, will Catherine be grateful to you for helping her behind the scenes like this? She doesn‘t strike me as someone who likes to take advantage of your status. Otherwise, she would not have participated in social gatherings on her own.” Leo seemed to have known Catherine well.

“You talk too much.” I cut him off directly.

Indeed, what Leo said always bothered me.

Catherine was stubborn. Other women liked to show the white feather in exchange for sympathy, but she just had to pull a stunt. She only needed to play the woman to me, and I would help her unconditionally.

But she just wouldn‘t.

I tapped my fingers, and more than half an hour had passed.

It was quiet in the living room, and I could hear my breathing getting heavier.

Was she really able to sleep on the bed with a clear conscience?

I got up and pushed open the bedroom door. The floor–to–ceiling windows were closed, and only a faint light cin from outside.

At spoint, she kicked the thin quilt off.

She was wearing a black suit jacket and a tight–fitting skirt, which was pulled up a bit.

Her legs were straight and slender, and her skin was fair and smooth. I looked down and found that I forgot to take off her high heels for hier.

When I stepped in just now, I was full of anger. I left her here directly.

It was only now that I realized that she was wearing a pair of black high heels with a basic style. The thin heels made her calves look even fairer and more slender.

My breathing paused suddenly. I cursed in a low voice and walked to lier bed. I bent down and took off her high heels gently.

When I was taking off her shoes, I seemed to have disturbed her. She groaned and kicked

her legs.

I looked at how childislı she was. I was still angry, yet I couldn‘t help but smile. I wanted to teach her a lesson badly so that she would know that she should never drink wine like water ever again!

I stood quietly by the bed, watching her curling up. Her long hair was scattered on the pillowcase, and half of her beautiful face was revealing.

She had delicate facial features. She looked gentle and lovely, and her cheeks were rosy. She was only in her early twenties.

I felt an inexplicable surge deep down. I leaned forward slightly and approached her delicate face.

Suddenly, her entire body trembled slightly, as if she sensed that someone was approaching her

In the next second, she curled up into a ball. She hugged the quilt tightly in her arms and muttered, “No... Don‘t hurt me. Help... Don‘t touch me!”

She was suddenly trembling like she was having a nightinare. Her fair face instantly turned pale. It looked like she was enduring sunknown fear.

“Cathy...” I suddenly was a bit nervous. I reached out and gently gave her shoulder a

push.

“No! Go away...” Catherine immediately waved her hands randomly, trying to push my hand away.

I frowned and suddenly thought of what she had said before about not wanting to be touched by mnen.

Her reaction had not been so strong when she was sober, but now, as she was drunk, her reaction was instinctive and almost desperate,

“Cathy, wake up! You‘re having a nightmare!” I looked at her trembling, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. II would be more painful for her to keep being immersed in such a horrifying dream, so I pushed her, waking her up.

“Help!” Catherine woke up after I pushed her hard and shouted when she did.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she got up. Seeing that, I said in a much softer voice,

“It‘s me, Cathy.”

Catherine raised her head, and then she was relieved.

“Would you draw the curtains?” Catherine held her forehead weakly and pleaded.

I walked over and pulled open the two French windows. The bright light from outside the window shone in, and the whole room becinstantly bright.

On the king–size bed, Catherine curled her delicate body up and was lying on one side of the bed. She was still holding the quilt in her arms. Her long hair was messy, and her face was pale. There was a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

The nightmare completely woke Catherine up from her drunkenness.

“Are you better? I‘ll get you a glass of water.” I looked at her blank expression and felt sorry for hier.

I turned around and went out. When I returned, I handed her a glass of water.

Catherine thanked ine in a low voice. She took the glass and took a few sips. After calming down, she looked up at me. “Did I have a nightmare again?”

“Yes.” 1 frowned.

“You won‘t laugh at me, right?” Catherine‘s pale face went reddish.

“No.” I shook my head. “Can you tellwhat you dreamed of?”

Catherine buried her head in her knees, her voice trembling. “I dreamed that someone was doing that kind of thing to me.”

Was I the monster in her nightmare?

“Were Lin there?” I asked in a low voice.

Catherine sighed bitterly. “I wasn‘t you. But you were the one who madehave this nightmare. I think there was a beast in my dream.”

I felt very guilty. “Sorry. It‘s all my fault.”

“I don‘t want to blanyone. I just want to get rid of this nightmare as soon as possible. I don‘t want it to hauntwhenever I‘m fragile,” Catherine said.

“Don‘t drink again, OK?” I didn‘t want to see her sad and frightened look again.

Catherine nodded. “I will try my best not to. I can‘t believe I‘m drunk after just a few drinks.”

“You know you will have nightmares after you‘re drunk. Then why did you get drunk in the first place?” I frowned.

Catherine looked atand said seriously, “I will have dreams after I‘m drunk, but they aren‘t necessarily all nightmares. I don‘t know why I had a nightmare this time. Did you touch me?”

“I gave you a push. That was all.” I said honestly.

“Don‘t touchwhen I’m asleep from now on. It is the root cause of my nightmares.” Catherine was about to get out of bed. She suddenly thought of something when she was looking for her high heels. “Can you keep it a secret to the kids?”

“What is it? Are you ashamed of yourself?”

“Yes.” Catherine admitted honestly. “Don‘t tell them, OK?”

“Don‘t worry. Your secret is safe with me. But you have to promisethat you won‘t meet Leo in private again. I don‘t want to see the sscandal ever again.” I figured that I was in a place to cut a deal with her.

“It won‘t happen again.” Catherine blinked.

She was so obedient right now. Looking at her, I pursed my thin lips tightly and pondered for a moment. Then I said, “The next tyou need help, cto me.”

Catherine smiled self–mockingly, “I‘ll figure it out myself. I can‘t depend on you all the time.”

“But you went to Leo.” I was slightly annoyed.

“He‘s a part of my job. Asking for his help is perfectly justifiable!” Catherine replied confidently.

“I am your boss.” I said in a more direct way.

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