My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

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 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. 

I was taking off her shoes, I seemed to have disturbed her. She

her legs. 

teach her a lesson

curling up. Her long hair was scattered on the pillowcase, and half of her beautiful face

looked gentle and lovely, and her cheeks were rosy. She

felt an inexplicable surge deep down. I leaned forward slightly

as if she sensed that someone

she curled up into a ball. She hugged the quilt tightly

having a nightinare. Her fair face instantly turned pale. It looked like she was enduring

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

push. 

hands

of what she had said before about not wanting to be touched

so strong when she was sober, but now, as she was drunk, her reaction was

cold sweat. II would be more painful for her to keep being immersed

her

eyes, she got up. Seeing

“It‘s me, Cathy.” 

and then she was

 

held her

pulled open the two French windows. The bright light from outside the window shone in, and

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

completely woke Catherine up from her drunkenness.

you a glass of water.” I looked at her blank expression and felt sorry for

When I returned, I handed her a glass

ine in a low voice. She took the glass and took a few sips. After calming down,

“Yes.” 1 frowned. 

laugh at me, right?” Catherine‘s pale face went

my head. “Can you tell me what you

head in her knees, her voice trembling. “I dreamed that someone was

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