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. She

her legs. 

still angry, yet I couldn‘t help but smile. I wanted to teach her a lesson badly so

bed, watching her curling up. Her long hair was scattered on the pillowcase, and

and lovely, and her cheeks were rosy. She was only in her early twenties.

an inexplicable surge deep down. I leaned forward slightly and approached

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

second, she curled up into a ball. She hugged the quilt tightly in her arms

face instantly turned pale. It looked like she was enduring some unknown

bit nervous. I reached out and gently gave her shoulder a

push. 

away...” Catherine immediately waved her hands randomly, trying to push my hand

frowned and suddenly thought of what she had said before about not wanting

but now, as she was drunk, her reaction

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

up after I pushed her hard

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

“It‘s me, Cathy.” 

her head, and then

 

curtains?” Catherine held her forehead weakly

windows. The bright light from outside the window shone in, and the whole room became

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

completely woke Catherine up from her drunkenness.

you a glass of water.” I looked

went out. When I returned, I

a low voice. She took the glass and took a few sips. After calming down, she looked up at

“Yes.” 1 frowned. 

won‘t laugh at me, right?”

shook my head. “Can you

her voice trembling. “I dreamed that someone was doing that kind of thing

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