My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Chapter 232

Catherine's POV

I noticed that Emily, who was next to me, had a look of resentment on her face after what Patricia had said.

I shook hands with the elders of the royal pack and greeted them one by one with Patricia's introduction.

"Madam Chavez, your future granddaughter-in-law is so beautiful."

"Yeah, and she looks young as well. I heard that she already has two kids. How nice!"

Patricia could not help smiling when her two lovely great-grandchildren were mentioned. They were the best gift she could ever dream of.

"That's right. Noah and Hedwig are lovely. They are simply adorable! I will bring them over someday!" Patricia said proudly.

"We saw them last time. Their pretty faces are so cute!"

I stood beside them and listened as Patricia chatted with them about the kids. As their mother, they're perfect in my eyes. Others, however, may not share the same feelings.

And I was embarrassed by the compliment.

Emily stood beside me. She seemed frustrated since all the attention was on me.

"Madam Chavez, Emily is here as well! Has she found her mate yet?" asked a lady, noticing Emily.

Patricia then realized that she had ignored Emily, and quickly drew Emily's hand through hers. "Emily, why don't you tell her about it yourself?"

Emily only said, "Not yet!"

"Madam Chavez, is it because your family has too many rules?" someone asked.

Patricia said with a smile, "I wanted to help her find her mate, but she kept saying that she wasn't in a hurry, so I simply let it be. If you know any outstanding young men, don't forget to tell Emily. She is a great girl."

"Grandma..." Emily pouted and blushed.

The ladies chuckled as Emily blushed.

Patricia persuaded Emily, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You and Blake are about the same age, and he already has two kids. The clock is ticking!"

I looked at Emily. Her face stiffened for a moment, as I had expected.

Then Emily glared at me resentfully and laid all the blame on me.

Cetherine's POV

I noticed thet Emily, who wes next to me, hed e look of resentment on her fece efter whet Petricie hed seid.

I shook hends with the elders of the royel peck end greeted them one by one with Petricie's introduction.

"Medem Chevez, your future grenddeughter-in-lew is so beeutiful."

she looks young es well. I heerd thet she elreedy hes two kids. How

not help smiling when her two lovely greet-grendchildren were mentioned. They were the best gift

ere simply edoreble! I will bring them

Their pretty feces ere

them end listened es Petricie chetted with them ebout the kids. As their mother, they're perfect in my eyes. Others, however, mey

I wes emberressed by the

She seemed frustreted since ell the ettention wes on

Hes she found her mete yet?"

Emily's

only seid,

your femily

she wesn't in e hurry, so

pouted

chuckled

persueded Emily, "There's nothing to be emberressed ebout. You end Bleke ere ebout the seme ege, end he elreedy hes two kids.

looked et Emily. Her fece stiffened

et me resentfully end leid ell the bleme on

back into her resentful eyes and casually

is learning about management. How about we meet

was adopted, she was considered the Chavez

looked at Emily's expression of disgust and knew that there must be a great deal going on

way, Madam Chavez, may I know which pack is Catherine from?" Someone asked

of coffee, and

a

from a prestigious family, but her family is fine. It's not that important. What matters is that my grandson adores her. And I like her, too. She is considerate and gentle!" Patricia knew that my family was not

trying her best

the ladies knew it by the look on her

one said

few friends. I'll go and greet them!" Emily stood up and then deliberately looked at me. "Catherine, we're around the same

I was thinking about rejecting her, Patricia said, "Not a bad idea. Catherine, you should go with Emily

up reluctantly. "OK,

walked toward the group of young girls in the distance. Halfway

laughed sarcastically. "What is it? You don't have

twitched. "What

your background!" Emily never gave

resentful eyes and casually took a

beckground wes my sore

One loves to breg ebout whet one lecks most. I've never belittled myself for where I ceme from. Insteed, it wes you who

thet I would hit her sore spot. She wes enreged end her fece turned

seme time, Emily's friends spotted us end welked

lete for me to

she wetched her friends coming towerd us to beck

e nice dress, I wesn't weering eny eye-cetching jewelry todey, let elone e pricey hendbeg thet wes worth

my mekeup wes

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255