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 came in from outside. 

At some point, 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. 

shoes, I seemed to have disturbed

her legs. 

to teach her a lesson badly so that she would know that she should never

stood quietly by the bed, watching her curling up. Her long hair was

gentle and lovely, and her cheeks were rosy. She

I leaned

as if she sensed that someone was

hugged the quilt tightly in her arms

nightinare. Her fair face instantly turned pale. It looked like

I suddenly was a bit nervous. I reached out and gently gave

push. 

waved her hands randomly, trying

she had said before

been so strong when she was sober, but now, as she was drunk, her reaction was instinctive and almost desperate,

her trembling, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. II would be more painful for her

up after I pushed her hard and

she opened her eyes, she got up. Seeing that,

“It‘s me, Cathy.” 

head, and then she was

 

the curtains?” Catherine held her forehead

the two French windows. The bright light from outside the window shone

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

nightmare completely woke Catherine up from her drunkenness.

glass of water.” I looked

out. When I returned, I

a few sips. After calming down, she looked up at me. “Did I have a nightmare

“Yes.” 1 frowned. 

me, right?”

“Can you tell

her voice trembling. “I dreamed

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