My Mate Has Two Wolves
Chapter 234

Chapter 234 Third Person's POV

"Ms. Wyatt, did you know? I'm engaged. I'm getting married at the end of the month!" Roxanne's voice turned sad.

Catherine was dumbfounded. For a moment, she did not know how to comfort Roxanne.

"You must replace it very funny, right? The marriage is between two families, and he is my childhood sweetheart. I do not hate him, but I have no affection for him. He has always been kind to me. I agreed to marry him for my folks' sake. I've always loved Leo, so I wanted to meet him. I tried many ways, and in the end, you made my dream come true. Although I said many things I should not have said, I felt much better. I hope you'll come to my wedding!" Roxanne tried to pull herself together and look less sad.

It suddenly seemed to Catherine that Roxanne, though she seemed a spoiled girl, was a good daughter. She acted out of place with Leo, but she had her reasons.

"Sure. I will be there with my best wishes to you," Catherine said.

"Really? Will you bring me a signed photo of Leo as well?" Roxanne was delighted and made another request.

"OK, I'll ask him for it and send it to you," Catherine promised.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Wyatt... Hey, we should be friends. Can I call you Cathy?" Roxanne was thrilled, and for an instant, it seemed to her that Catherine was a very nice person.

"Sure!"

"OK then. I'll hang up now. Thank you for not leaving me in the restaurant!" Roxanne said gratefully.

"You are my client. Clients are my priority," Catherine said with a smile.

"I appreciate it. OK then. I need to go home now! See you!" Roxanne hung up the phone.

Catherine looked at her phone and smiled. As it turned out, she made Roxanne's dream come true. No wonder Roxanne was so eager to see Leo.

"Catherine, who were you talking to?" asked Patricia, turning to look at Catherine.

"A client of mine!" Catherine replied in a low voice.

"Come sit over there with me for a while!" Patricia took Catherine away.

Catherine was wearing a formal dress. As a result, she had to sit properly all the time, which made her feel more tired than at work.

Then Blake called her, and she had an excuse to leave.

Patricia said to Catherine, "Go. You two deserve more time alone. I've asked Dowen to watch the kids. So, don't worry about them."

"Thank you, Patricia. See you later." Catherine felt relieved. She tugged at the hem of her dress and walked toward the door.

Emily saw Catherine and quietly followed her out. When Emily arrived at the door, she saw a line of black cars parked outside. They looked mysterious and unassuming at nightfall.

Emily's eyes were about to pop out of her head with jealousy. She could not believe that Blake himself had come to pick up Catherine.

Emily watched helplessly as the cars drove away, squeezing her purse hard.

For the last five years, Emily had accompanied Patricia and Emerson. Yet she never stopped paying attention to Blake.

None of the women who came and went around Blake were considered rivals by Emily, who knew him best.

He was a very composed man and never had an affair with a woman simply out of excitement or loneliness.

Blake doted on his woman.

Emily had the privilege of such treatment, and she could never forget it. She was obsessed with it.

For the last five years, she had been growing hopeful. Blake's reason for not seeking a mate, she thought, was that he could not forget her. He was waiting for her return.

And now?

How ironic! Emily had been there for Blake since they were children, and yet she was no match for Catherine, who had come out of the blue.

Emily couldn't make peace. She was so jealous that she wished to drag Catherine down with her.

"Emily, what are you looking at?" All of a sudden, Emily heard Patricia's voice coming from behind.

Emily quickly put her emotions away and turned around with a gentle smile. She said, "Grandma, I saw Blake!"

"Oh. He was here to pick Catherine up for dinner!" Patricia frowned. "Why didn't he come in and see me? I'm gonna talk to him later at home!"

Emily couldn't help but grit her teeth when she heard that Blake and Catherine were going to spend a romantic evening together.

"Grandma, Blake seems so nice to Catherine. How nice!" Emily said.

Patricia nodded. "That's right. Blake is nice to her. I am even jealous. But young people have their ways of connecting. He should be nice to Catherine. After all, they will be married soon!"

"Blake used to be nice to me. It must be wonderful to be his wife!" Emily sighed.

Patricia was suddenly aware of something. She asked tentatively, "Emily, you haven't looked for your mate for so many years. Don't tell me that you have feelings for Blake."

Emily was caught off guard. Her face paled in fright, and she quickly shook her head in denial. "No... No, Grandma. How can I think like that?"

Patricia looked into Emily's eyes seriously and said, "I'm glad to hear that. Emily, you are a smart kid. I am sure you will not fail me. Blake and Catherine are about to be married. Though their kids are young, they understand many things. The royal family depends on each member. Back then, your father made a mistake, and I didn't tolerate him."

Emily was stiff and cold at Patricia's words. She knew that Patricia was not joking.

"Grandma, don't worry about that. I looked upon Blake as a brother. I just want to be by you and Grandpa's side," Emily comforted Patricia.

Although Patricia's tone was not harsh, she hinted to Emily that certain boundaries should not be crossed.

"I was just saying. Look at how nervous you are!" Patricia grinned and took Emily's hand. "Alright, come here. I will introduce you to a very outstanding young man!"

Emily was so frightened that her whole body shook again. Then Patricia took her to meet a young man.

Patricia smiled and introduced, "He is the youngest son of the man of the hour today. He has taken over the family business and is a very modest man. You two should keep in touch."

Next to Patricia stood a man of average appearance and height. He wore a pair of glasses and looked very polite.

He saw Emily and offered his hand warmly. "Hello, Miss Chavez. I heard Madam Chavez mention you a long time ago. I didn't expect you to be so pretty!"