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.

walked out. Looking at the empty

room again, Harley's face was

is open. I have to go. Would you like

leave." Harley

nodded and said, "Take care, then. If you

eyes and leaned against the

room and gently closed the

as if I survived

I've been waiting for you for more than an

I said 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

you accuse me? I've been in the room all the

saying that

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

Just tell me what I want. Or, I will call 911 right now." Gina set me up, and now

royal gallery and you'll find some

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

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

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

in the conference hall of the

and drove straight to

obsidian necklace that matched mine in the zone where the

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

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