My Mate Has Two Wolves
Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Catherine's POV

I found that Leo was getting better at racing. Noah suddenly looked up at Blake and asked, "Daddy, when are you going to marry mommy? Will it take a long time?"

As soon as Noah finished speaking, Leo's RC car suddenly rushed off the track and turned upside down, leaving only the two wheels spinning at a rapid speed.

Noah turned around and looked at Leo strangely. "Leo, your car ran off the track!"

Leo quickly stood up, picked up his RC car, and put it back on the track. Then he casually asked Blake, "You are getting married?"

The corner of Blake's mouth rose. "Yes. Patricia is fine with it."

I looked at them and found a slight change in Leo's expression, but it quickly returned to normal.

Leo immediately laughed and congratulated us, "Congratulations!"

Blake looked at Noah next to them and nodded. "Can you believe it? Our kids are so big."

"That's all thanks to my mommy!"

Next to Noah, Leo suddenly fell silent.

Then Leo raised his wrist and looked at his watch, pretending to be surprised. "Hey, it's so late. I have to go. Someone is expecting me."

Hearing that, Noah immediately said unhappily, "Come on! It's only past eight. How come it's late? You're afraid of losing to me again, right?"

"Kiddo, don't be so cocky. Am I afraid of losing? I lose every time!" said Leo.

Blake said, "Noah, you can play with Leo next time."

Noah's eyes suddenly flickered, and he grinned. "Leo, are you having a date? Then just go. I hope you can replace your mate."

"You're just a kid. And you have begun to meddle in my business?" Leo said angrily.

Noah curled her lips and said, "I'm not a three-year-old child anyway!"

Leo walked over and kissed Noah's cheek hard. Noah was disgusted and quickly raised his hand to wipe his cheek. "Leo, what are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you, because you talk too much!" Leo said triumphantly, took his coat, and went downstairs.

After Leo left, I carried Hedwig off the sofa, returned to my room, and sat in front of my desk.

I looked at the designs on the desk and started to fret.

I held the pencil for a long time, yet I still didn't draw a single line. Then someone opened my door. I did not turn around, but I knew it was Blake.

"Need some help?" Blake handed over the glass of wine in his hand. Then he said, "Here you go."

I instinctively reached out and took it. I raised my head and took a sip of the sweet red wine. 

"Maybe I've got a lot on my plate recently. I have no inspiration at all. I guaranteed that I would come up with six designs in a week. I shouldn't have talked big," I said, distressed.

"What can I do to help you replace some inspiration?" asked Blake.

Blake knew the right way to treat me from the start. He treated me nicely, and it wasn't just about material needs. He cared about my feelings and thoughts.

He would definitely support the cause I loved to the end.

I was stunned and said, "I don't know. I haven't had this problem before. In the past, I always submitted my drafts a couple of days before the deadline. I was busy and tired, and Noah and Hedwig were there disturbing me, but I could still draw the designs I wanted. But not anymore. I can think quietly, since the kids aren't here, but I still can't come up with anything. What's wrong with me?"

"Then drop it for now. I'll take you out to get your mind off it!" Blake suddenly reached over and held my hand tightly. "You've lived here for so long, but you haven't visited my manor yet, have you?"

"Now? It's late!" I glanced out of the window into the pitch-dark night.

"Not really!"

"What if the kids want me?" My first reaction was the kids, especially Hedwig. If she couldn't replace me, she would cry.

"Don't worry. Patricia is with her. She won't be looking for you!"

I was convinced by him. I nodded and smiled, "OK. Let's take a walk!"

We changed our clothes and went downstairs to the hall. Patricia was still teaching Hedwig to sing nursery rhymes. The two of them got along very well.

One of the things I was worried about was that the elders of the royal pack would favor Noah.

After all, Noah was so mature and independent at such a young age. The royal pack would think that Noah would become the future Lycan King.

I was afraid that Hedwig would not be welcomed, but now it seems that my worries were completely unnecessary. Patricia liked Hedwig and liked to teach her many things.

"Mommy, where are you going with daddy? I want to go too!" When Hedwig saw us, she threw the toy in her hand and was about to follow Blake and me.

Patricia quickly pulled Hedwig back and said, "Hedwig, don't you want to play with me? I am so sad!"

Hedwig was on her way to us and immediately looked back at Patricia, who was about to cry. Hedwig was in a pickle for a moment.

Blake hurried over and squatted beside Hedwig. He smiled and said, "Your mommy and I will take a walk in the garden. We will not go anywhere."

"I want to go for a walk as well!"

I also hurried over to coax Hedwig, "Hedwig, stay inside. There are mosquitoes in the garden, and they will bite you!"

"Daddy and mommy are not afraid of them. So do I!" Hedwig answered immediately.

Patricia came over and said, "Hedwig, come here. I'm going to do a magic trick and give you something interesting."

"What is it?" Hedwig liked mysterious things. She blinked her big eyes and said expectantly.

Blake grabbed my hand and quickly walked out the door.

After Blake and I left the gate, he took my hand and ran in a certain direction. I couldn't even catch my breath.

"How could you do this?" I pulled a wry face. We lied to Hedwig and ran out. I felt so guilty.

"Don't worry. Patricia got it!" Blake was very confident in Patricia.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "That doesn't make it right. Children are sensitive. She will remember being lied to. And you won't be able to trick her next time."

"It doesn't matter. It's rare to have a chance to bring you out alone." Blake looked around.

The scenery here was very nice, with the shadows of the trees and the faint glow of the street lamps buried in the ground.

We walked forward leisurely, and I said to him, "I thought Patricia would prefer Noah, but now I realized that I was wrong."

"Patricia likes girls very much, and it's a pity that she doesn't have a daughter. She complained to me a long time ago that boys were inconsiderate. She wished that she had a daughter," said Blake.

"She actually said that?" I was surprised.

"Yes. See? Patricia hangs around with Hedwig all the time. She loves Hedwig!" said Blake with certainty.