My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

I took a few sips of the hot drink. It tasted good.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Blake came in. He looked at me with a smile on his face and walked toward me.

I stood up, and in the next second, he pulled me into his arms.

His smell was so familiar, and it made me want to stay in his arms. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment quietly.

"You never came to visit me here," Blake complained as if he felt hurt because of this.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud and didn't know what to say.

"I know you are busy and I don't want to disturb you!" I comforted him. If there was anything that I needed to discuss with him, I could always leave it till night when he got back home.

"I don't care. You simply don't care about me that much!" Blake complained.

"Of course, I care about you. That's why I married you."

Blake took a step back and looked down at me. "You are so independent. I used to think that women should be like this. But now, I just hope that you can be less independent. I hope you can come to me and be needier. I want you to surprise me. How's that?"

I was stunned. I didn't expect that Blake would say such words. I realized that he was right, and I wasn't active enough in our relationship. So, I lowered my head and whispered, "Sorry. Did I give you the cold shoulder?"

"Yes!" Blake said frankly. "You've been giving me the cold shoulder all the time, Catherine. You know what? I'm afraid of being alone, and I want you and the kids to be with me all the time!"

He seemed sad. I wondered how come he was suddenly so sensitive and emotional. I pursed my lips and smiled, "Of course, the kids and I will always be with you. Unless you don't want us anymore!"

"How could I not want you? How silly!" Blake reached out and messed up my hair. "Let's go eat now!"

I arranged my hair with my fingers and complained, "I am not your daughter. Don't stroke my head like that, OK?"

After he finished speaking, he pinched

door. There were nice dishes

next to his office.

the chair for me, and I

glass of wine for me. "You like wine, don't

the glass

It's good. You'll be more relaxed after drinking," Blake showed an

bit hungry at first. But after what Blake had said, I felt

me. I couldn't believe that I was already addicted

now? Why do you keep peeping at me?" Blake smiled and asked

a second before

good-looking, right?" Blake

his words. "Stop

it was a self-mocking smile. He said, "I'm worried that

soon as I blurted it out, I regretted it. Blake was

your type. You like

going on with this conversation. He kept making traps, and I

time

it was Patricia's question,

put in a good

of relief. I suddenly thought of something and said lightly, "Emily was also

Patricia likes being accompanied by her

was targeting me!"

in Patricia's eyes, you have the kids backing you up. You don't have to be

help me, are you?

a war between women, I think you should learn to deal with it yourself!" Blake replied

said, "You're right. I was planning to solve it myself anyway. Patricia is so nice to me. Yesterday at the party, she defended me in all ways possible.