My Mate Has Two Wolves
Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Blake‘s POV

“Blake, will Catherine be grateful to you for helping her behind the scenes like this? She doesn‘t strikeme as someone who likes to take advantage of your status. Otherwise, she would not have participatedin social gatherings on her own.” Leo seemed to have known Catherine well.

“You talk too much.” I cut him off directly.

Indeed, what Leo said always bothered me.

Catherine was stubborn. Other women liked to show the white feather in exchange for sympathy, but shejust had to pull a stunt. She only needed to play the woman to me, and I would help her unconditionally.

But she just wouldn‘t.

I tapped my fingers, and more than half an hour had passed.

It was quiet in the living room, and I could hear my breathing getting heavier.

Was she really able to sleep on the bed with a clear conscience?

I got up and pushed open the bedroom door. The floor–to–ceiling windows were closed, and only a faintlight came in from outside.

At some point, she kicked the thin quilt off.

She was wearing a black suit jacket and a tight–fitting skirt, which was pulled up a bit.

Her legs were straight and slender, and her skin was fair and smooth. I looked down and found that Iforgot to take off her high heels for hier.

When I stepped in just now, I was full of anger. I left her here directly.

It was only now that I realized that she was wearing a pair of black high heels with a basic style. The thinheels made her calves look even fairer and more slender.

My breathing paused suddenly. I cursed in a low voice and walked to lier bed. I bent down and took offher high heels gently.

When I was taking off her shoes, I seemed to have disturbed her. She groaned and kicked

her legs.

I looked at how childislı she was. I was still angry, yet I couldn‘t help but smile. I wanted to teach her alesson badly so that she would know that she should never drink wine like water ever again!

I stood quietly by the bed, watching her curling up. Her long hair was scattered on the pillowcase, andhalf of her beautiful face was revealing.

She had delicate facial features. She looked gentle and lovely, and her cheeks were rosy. She was onlyin her early twenties.

I felt an inexplicable surge deep down. I leaned forward slightly and approached her delicate face.

Suddenly, her entire body trembled slightly, as if she sensed that someone was approaching her

In the next second, she curled up into a ball. She hugged the quilt tightly in her arms and muttered, “No...Don‘t hurt me. Help... Don‘t touch me!”

She was suddenly trembling like she was having a nightinare. Her fair face instantly turned pale. Itlooked like she was enduring some unknown fear.

“Cathy...” I suddenly was a bit nervous. I reached out and gently gave her shoulder a

push.

“No! Go away...” Catherine immediately waved her hands randomly, trying to push my hand away.

I frowned and suddenly thought of what she had said before about not wanting to be touched by mnen.

Her reaction had not been so strong when she was sober, but now, as she was drunk, her reaction wasinstinctive and almost desperate,

“Cathy, wake up! You‘re having a nightmare!” I looked at her trembling, and her forehead was covered incold sweat. II would be more painful for her to keep being immersed in such a horrifying dream, so Ipushed her, waking her up.

“Help!” Catherine woke up after I pushed her hard and shouted when she did.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she got up. Seeing that, I said in a much softer voice,

“It‘s me, Cathy.”

Catherine raised her head, and then she was relieved.

“Would you draw the curtains?” Catherine held her forehead weakly and pleaded.

I walked over and pulled open the two French windows. The bright light from outside the window shonein, and the whole room became instantly bright.

On the king–size bed, Catherine curled her delicate body up and was lying on one side of the bed. Shewas still holding the quilt in her arms. Her long hair was messy, and her face was pale. There was a layerof cold sweat on her forehead.

The nightmare completely woke Catherine up from her drunkenness.

“Are you better? I‘ll get you a glass of water.” I looked at her blank expression and felt sorry for hier.

I turned around and went out. When I returned, I handed her a glass of water.

Catherine thanked ine in a low voice. She took the glass and took a few sips. After calming down, shelooked up at me. “Did I have a nightmare again?”

“Yes.” 1 frowned.

“You won‘t laugh at me, right?” Catherine‘s pale face went reddish.

“No.” I shook my head. “Can you tell me what you dreamed of?”

Catherine buried her head in her knees, her voice trembling. “I dreamed that someone was doing thatkind of thing to me.”

Was I the monster in her nightmare?

“Were Lin there?” I asked in a low voice.

Catherine sighed bitterly. “I wasn‘t you. But you were the one who made me have this nightmare. I thinkthere was a beast in my dream.”

I felt very guilty. “Sorry. It‘s all my fault.”

“I don‘t want to blame anyone. I just want to get rid of this nightmare as soon as possible. I don‘t want itto haunt me whenever I‘m fragile,” Catherine said.

“Don‘t drink again, OK?” I didn‘t want to see her sad and frightened look again.

Catherine nodded. “I will try my best not to. I can‘t believe I‘m drunk after just a few drinks.”

“You know you will have nightmares after you‘re drunk. Then why did you get drunk in the first place?” Ifrowned.

Catherine looked at me and said seriously, “I will have dreams after I‘m drunk, but they aren‘t necessarilyall nightmares. I don‘t know why I had a nightmare this time. Did you touch me?”

“I gave you a push. That was all.” I said honestly.

“Don‘t touch me when I’m asleep from now on. It is the root cause of my nightmares.” Catherine wasabout to get out of bed. She suddenly thought of something when she was looking for her high heels.“Can you keep it a secret to the kids?”

“What is it? Are you ashamed of yourself?”

“Yes.” Catherine admitted honestly. “Don‘t tell them, OK?”

“Don‘t worry. Your secret is safe with me. But you have to promise me that you won‘t meet Leo in privateagain. I don‘t want to see the same scandal ever again.” I figured that I was in a place to cut a deal withher.

“It won‘t happen again.” Catherine blinked.

She was so obedient right now. Looking at her, I pursed my thin lips tightly and pondered for a moment.Then I said, “The next time you need help, come to me.”

Catherine smiled self–mockingly, “I‘ll figure it out myself. I can‘t depend on you all the time.”

“But you went to Leo.” I was slightly annoyed.

“He‘s a part of my job. Asking for his help is perfectly justifiable!” Catherine replied confidently.

“I am your boss.” I said in a more direct way.

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