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

again, Harley's face was a little

is open. I have to go. Would you like

leave." Harley shook his

care, then. If

eyes

and gently closed the

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

"Catherine, why haven't you come over yet? I've been

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

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

"Are you saying that

as coincidence. Did you go to the wrong

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

to the royal

Gina to let me go somewhere else. Wasn't

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

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

gallery was in the conference hall of

hung up on Gina and drove straight

the obsidian necklace that matched mine

out the curator of the royal gallery to ask him about the

someone. The donor requested to remain anonymous.