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

to the room again,

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

leave." Harley

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

his eyes and leaned

room and

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

Gina angrily questioned me over the phone, "Catherine, why haven't you come over yet? I've been waiting for you for more than an hour. I've still

to the room you mentioned just now and didn't see you.

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

saying that it wasn't

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

room? I was very angry. "I don't want to keep talking nonsense. Just tell me what I want. Or, I

to the royal gallery and you'll find some

me go somewhere else. Wasn't she

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

was in the conference

and drove straight

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

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

I'm very sorry. The obsidian necklace was donated by someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous. We are not