My Mate Has Two Wolves
Chapter 240

Chapter 240

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 andwalked 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 themoment 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 Ineeded 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 womenshould be like this. But now, I just hope that you can be less independent. I hope you can come to meand 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 Iwasn't active enough in our relationship. So, I lowered my head and whispered, "Sorry. Did I give youthe cold shoulder?"

"Yes!" Blake said frankly. "You've been giving me the cold shoulder all the time, Catherine. You knowwhat? 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 lipsand 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 likethat, OK?"

"Bite me!" After he finished speaking, he pinched my cheek.

I entered the room next door. There were nice dishes and wine on the table.

"Did you prepare these?" I was surprised that there was a dining room next to his office. I could see theblue sky from the window and the view was great.

"Yes. I prepared these for you." Blake pulled the chair for me, and I sat down in a daze.

Blake sat across from me. He poured half a glass of wine for me. "You like wine, don't you?"

I was a little embarrassed and took the glass from him. "You don't mind, right?"

"No. It's good. You'll be more relaxed after drinking," Blake showed an evil smile.

I looked at the exquisite dishes and they looked yummy. I was a bit hungry at first. But after what Blakehad said, I felt something other than hunger.

Blake sat elegantly opposite me. I couldn't believe that I was already addicted to him, though it hadbeen just a few months.

"What are you thinking now? Why do you keep peeping at me?" Blake smiled and asked curiously.

I froze for a second before shaking my head. "No. I wasn't."

"I'm good-looking, right?" Blake said.

I was amused by his words. "Stop being a narcissist."

Blake smiled, and it was a self-mocking smile. He said, "I'm worried that I'm not your type."

"But you are! You are my mate," I replied. As soon as I blurted it out, I regretted it. Blake was soscheming. He was trying to make me say that.

Blake seemed happy. He said, "I am your type. You like me. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I was having a hard time going on with this conversation. He kept making traps, and I walked right intothem without realizing them at all. Damn!

Blake continued, "Patricia asked me last time if you had a drinking habit."

"What did you say?" Since it was Patricia's question, I became serious immediately.

Blake smiled and said, "I put in a good word for you, of course."

I heaved a sigh of relief. I suddenly thought of something and said lightly, "Emily was also there whenPatricia took me to the banquet yesterday!"

"I know. Patricia likes being accompanied by her when going out." Blake didn't replace it strange.

"Emily was targeting me!" I said.

"Then fight back. You can be tougher than her. And in Patricia's eyes, you have the kids backing youup. You don't have to be afraid of Emily!" Blake suggested.

I laughed out loud. "So, you're not going to help me, are you? I'll have to rely on myself from now on,right?"

"It depends. If it's a war between women, I think you should learn to deal with it yourself!" Blake repliedseriously.

His words made sense. I said, "You're right. I was planning to solve it myself anyway. Patricia is so niceto me. Yesterday at the party, she defended me in all ways possible. I am very grateful."

"I'm glad to hear that. That's how Patricia is. She always looks out for her people," said Blake.

We finished a bottle during the meal, and I drank more than Blake. The atmosphere was so good, andsomehow, I drank a bit too much.

After the meal, Blake took me to his lounge to rest.

I leaned on the sofa lazily. Suddenly, I felt a tall body press down on me. In the next second, Blakestarted kissing me.

I had been waiting for him to kiss me, and I was surprised that he was more eager than me.

"Catherine..."

"Yes?"

"Say you love me." Blake was wandering around my neck.

"No!" I tried to upset him deliberately.

"No?" Blake kissed harder on my neck.

"Stop it!" I said to him with a smile. I felt powerless, for I was a little drunk, intoxicated with the feelingsBlake had made me feel.

The two of us had already been all over each other on the sofa at some point.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed!

I was so tired that I almost fainted. When I opened my eyes, I saw Blake standing up and walking to thebathroom.

I closed my eyes and took a nap. By the time I woke up, Blake had already been sitting next to me in asuit. He said, "Go back to sleep. Don't go to work this afternoon. Have some rest here."

"No. I need to go back to work." I sat up and pushed him. "Just leave. I'll be out in a minute."

He touched my face. "Alright. It's up to you."