Catherine's POV

Blake smiled and asked, "What is it? Are you too touched to eat it?"

"Not at all!" I took a big bite of the bread. It tasted so good, so I took another bite.

Blake opened his car door and said, "What are you waiting for?"

I quickly turned around and sat in his car. Blake suddenly reached out and gently touched the corner of my mouth.

"You ate like a kid." Blake smiled.

I felt shy again.

I quickly finished the bread in silence. Then he passed me a bottle of water.

I was stunned for a moment and saw that Blake had already unscrewed the lid. He looked at me with a smile. "Drink up."

"OK!" He was so considerate and took good care of others. He always made me feel warm.

He was my mate. I had never loved someone so much. But I'm not used to such sweet feelings.

I drank up the water. Suddenly, Blake said in a low voice, "Come to my office later. Let's have lunch together."

"Why? "

"Because, if not, I'll miss you too much that I can't work," Blake whispered. It was intoxicating, making me drown in it.

I felt that I stopped breathing for a moment and I got his point.

"Why will you suddenly miss me so much?" I pretended not to realize what he meant and curled my lips into a smile.

toward me. He whispered in my ear with a

This was

a yes," Blake smiled sinisterly. He looked smug, like someone with a

had to agree with him. Otherwise, I would

"Yes." I nodded.

of the company, Blake pinched my palm gently.

Third person's POV

Catherine entered the elevator, Blake told the driver to hit the road. Then he took out his

little

Patricia sent the kids to school yet?" Blake asked in a low

just left!"

Catherine's room and bring me her obsidian necklace

will that be OK? It's Ms. Wyatt's

this. But I have to get rid of the necklace as soon as possible. After you take the necklace away, pay some servant and make

the necklace as soon as possible. He didn't want Patricia to see it again.

go get it now!" Dowen could hear the anxiety

the drawer and

holding

obsidian necklace into a safe

way of

to donate two million dollars, the curator

and asked curiously, "King Blake, two million

locked the necklace into the safe and said faintly, "Two million dollars is nothing. I might even give him ten million dollars if that's what

was even more puzzled. "King Blake, what

was a hint of frustration in Blake's tone. He wished the result could

he may have crossed the line and stopped asking more questions.

looked at the time and said, "It's almost lunch break. Get

nodded. "Yes. I'll

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