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.

at the

to the room again, Harley's face was a

open. I have to go. Would you like me

leave." Harley shook

care, then.

his eyes and leaned against the

and

if I survived a disaster. Then,

you come over yet? I've been waiting for you

went to the room you mentioned just now and didn't

you talking about? How can you accuse me? I've been in the room all the time. I didn't

you saying that it

continued to deny it, "Of course, it wasn't me. Maybe there is such a thing as coincidence. Did you go to the wrong door? Maybe Harley was living next door

angry. "I don't want to keep talking nonsense. Just tell me what I want. Or, I will call 911 right now." Gina set me up, and now she even wanted to pretend that nothing had happened. I felt the urge to

the royal gallery and

I didn't expect Gina to let me go somewhere else.

pestering King Blake every day. Don't you know who the royal family

won't let you off!" I was very dissatisfied with Gina's answer.

the conference hall of

and drove straight to the

I saw the obsidian necklace that matched mine in the zone where the valuables

was thrilled and quickly sought out the curator of the royal gallery to ask him about

was donated by someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous. We are not at liberty to say." The