Third person's POV

Leo sat in his office chair, staring out of the window. Just now the senior managers of his company came over for a meeting. They talked about the latest urban romance the company was about to shoot, and suggested that the costumes for all the female leads should be designed by the now-famous Catherine.

Leo's expression immediately became complicated when he heard Catherine's name.

They kept persuading him to call Catherine and ask if she could take the job.

Leo was becoming less and less concerned about work, daydreaming, and sleeping all day long.

It was an opportunity, tempting Leo to call Catherine.

Catherine was Leo's family. Why did he need to find a reason to call her? Why was he so timid about it?

Leo was puzzled. He couldn't get the dream of the night before out of his head.

In his dream, he went to attend Blake and Catherine's wedding. All of a sudden, he was the groom, which shocked him.

In his dream, he was so frightened and restless. He even removed the flower from his lapel with the word "groom" written on it and stomped on it.

Why would he have such a dream?

When he woke up, he didn't think he was sober enough, so he ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.

The scene in the dream was not something that he could control. And he knew why he had such a dream.

Because he had other feelings for Catherine than those of mere family.

Catherine was not yet Blake's girlfriend when Leo went to the Design Department to look for her.

Catherine had impressed him that day, and to this day he could not get her out of his mind.

"I must be crazy!" Leo felt that he was so shameless.

"She is the mother of my two nephews, Blake's girlfriend." Leo kept repeating those words, trying to calm himself down.

But it was useless. He realized how hard it was to ignore someone once the feelings had grown.

Leo realized that he had feelings for Catherine. But he thought he could control himself. So long as he did not see Catherine, and did not think of her, his life would go on as usual.

Third person's POV

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his phone

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back and forth in his office. His pretty eyes were fixed

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on the sofa, glancing indifferently at his mobile phone on his

Catherine

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if Catherine would be disappointed if she could

to stop thinking. There would be nothing

a one-act play, and

Leo frowned and was somehow expecting another call

phone

the desk. He stared at his phone, leaning

was Catherine again, as he

phone and pressed it to his ear. He tried to sound casual and asked, "Catherine,

"Hi...

was Catherine's call. Then again, he was acting indifferently. "Lunch? With me? What's the

to have lunch with you and introduce you to a friend," Catherine

friend? A woman?" Leo sensed

smile and said, "You got it. She's

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