My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

I pulled Harley hard by the arm. However, he was 1.85 meters tall, and there was no way I could pull him up whatsoever.

So, I went to the bathroom, found a bucket full of water, and was about to pour on him.

Harley shuddered as another bucket of water poured over his head.

I explained with embarrassment, "Sorry, Harley. I can only help you in this way."

Harley painfully stood up while holding the wall. Step by step, he walked into the bathroom, entered the bathtub, and sat down.

I was upset seeing him. I leaned against the door and looked at Harley, who sat in the bathtub with his eyes closed. I asked him with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." He did not open his eyes. His voice was full of sadness and despair, "Don't worry. I won't harm you."

"My boss invited you to the new product launch this time. You turned it down." I said in a low voice.

"Yes. I don't want to rely on you." When he opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes had become much clearer. "I know you meant well, but I just didn't want to be there. I want to walk up the ladder by myself."

"Harley, I know you are a man of character. I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to help you." I suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I had humiliated him.

"I know. I don't blame you. I'm grateful that you haven't forgotten me." Harley smiled bitterly.

He sounded calm as he soaked in the cold water. So, I turned to open the door. Unexpectedly, I opened it this time.

out. Looking at the empty corridor, I

the room again, Harley's face was a little

is open. I have to go. Would you

Just leave." Harley shook

care, then.

Harley closed his eyes and leaned

room and gently closed

hotel, I was kind of glad, as if

I've been waiting for you for more than an hour. I've still got work to

angrily, "Gina, drop the act. I went to the room you mentioned just now and didn't see you. Instead, I saw Harley being drugged. What was the

are you talking about? How can you accuse me? I've been in the room all the

"Are you saying that it

as coincidence. Did you go to the wrong door? Maybe

nonsense. Just tell me what I want. Or, I

smiled, "Go to the royal gallery and you'll find some

let me go somewhere else. Wasn't she the one who knew

only one royal gallery in this city. You have been pestering King Blake every day. Don't you know who the royal family is?" Gina said impatiently. "It is a very important clue. Besides, that

off!" I was very dissatisfied with Gina's answer. I

gallery was in the conference hall of

hung up on Gina and drove

enough, I saw the obsidian necklace that matched mine

quickly sought out the curator of the royal gallery

obsidian necklace was donated by someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous. We are not at