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.

quickly walked out. Looking at

to the room again, Harley's face was a

open. I have to go. Would you like me to call your friends over?" I asked

leave." Harley shook

"Take care, then. If you need

closed his eyes and

left the room and gently

kind of glad, as if I survived a disaster. Then, I felt angry.

you come over yet? I've been waiting for you for more than an hour. I've still got

drop the act. I went to the room you mentioned

I've been in the room all the time. I

you saying that it

a thing as coincidence. Did

Gina blame me for entering the wrong room? I was very 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

smiled, "Go to the royal

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

day. Don't you know who the royal family is?" Gina said impatiently. "It is a very important clue. Besides, that is all

you off!" I was very dissatisfied with

in the conference

Gina and drove straight

matched mine in the

quickly sought out the curator of the royal gallery to

by someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous. We are not at liberty to