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

I returned to the room again,

Would you like me to call your friends over?" I

Harley shook his

"Take care, then.

Harley closed his eyes

the room and

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

yet? I've been waiting for you for more

angrily, "Gina, drop the act. I went to the room you mentioned just now and didn't

been in the

"Are you saying that it wasn't

is such a thing as coincidence. Did you go

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

the royal gallery and you'll find

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

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 is

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

was in the conference hall of the royal

and drove straight to

that matched mine in the zone where the valuables

was thrilled and quickly sought out the curator of the royal gallery

necklace was donated by someone. The donor requested to