All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 866 Fishing for Information?

In the living room, Catherine sprawled on the sofa, her long legs casually resting on the coffee table. Across from her, Audrey sat straight-backed, hands on her knees, appearing like a schoolgirl ready to be lectured. To any outsider, it would be hard to believe that the commanding Catherine was the younger sister while the attentive Audrey, seemingly awaiting instruction, was the elder.

After Catherine’s silent entrance, Audrey, unsure of Catherine’s thoughts, bit her lip nervously. After much deliberation, she decided to speak up, tentatively asking, ” Catherine, do you disapprove of me dating Brian?”

Catherine slowly turned her head towards Audrey, replying leisurely, “I don’t meddle in your affairs.”

Audrey trusted Catherine’s word; unless she sought help, Catherine never interfered. With a sigh of resignation, Audrey cautiously admitted, “I don’t know how to say this, but I’m dating Brian now.”

Catherine gave her an extra glance at the serious proclamation. “Planning to get married?”

Audrey was taken aback and quickly dismissed the idea. “No! Brian just blurted it out. We’ve only just made it official. Marriage is still a long way off. I’m not rushing into it and currently have no thoughts on it.”

Due to her family history, Audrey had always been uncertain if she could be a good wife or mother. She didn’t look forward to marriage and even considered staying single forever.

nodded noncommittally. ” Well, it’s your life. I’m

the smile on her face collapsing as she closed the door. Catherine’s well-being

the sofa, flipping through her phone. She was looking at Brian’s details sent by Zobber, finding nothing unusual. Brian seemed like the perfect heir with

when she drifted off, Catherine awoke to Branden’s call. She checked that Audrey’s door was closed before agreeing to be

her phone buzzed with an unknown number. ” Miss Swann, tomorrow is the

said tomorrow,” Catherine said, her eyes

tomorrow.” Tomorrow held not

voice from behind. Noticing her cold hands, Branden wrapped her in his

just from washing my hands, not the cold,” Catherine explained as Branden helped her into

wash your hands with warm water, not cold.” He held her close, their proximity allowing Catherine to

drink much

dumped?” His voice was filled with a mix of scorn and mockery for Triston. To Branden, if not for Triston, he wouldn’t have indulged in even a