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

room again, Harley's

is open. I have to go. Would you like me to

Just leave." Harley shook his

care, then.

closed his eyes and leaned against the

the room and

leaving the hotel, I was kind of glad, as if I survived a disaster.

yet? I've been waiting for you for more

said angrily, "Gina, drop the act. I went to the room you mentioned just now and

I've been in the room

sneered, "Are you saying

it wasn't me. Maybe there is such a thing as coincidence. Did

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

"Go to the royal

go somewhere else. Wasn't she the one

this city. You have been pestering King Blake every day. Don't you know who the royal family

let you off!" I was very dissatisfied with Gina's answer. I felt that I had been

gallery was in the conference hall of

Gina and drove straight to the

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

of the royal gallery to ask him

someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous. We are not at liberty to say." The curator refused