Catherine's POV
After breakfast, I left home and went to work. I was so caught up at work. It was unbelievable how many things one had to do to be in charge of a product launch. Although Melinda helped me plan and gave me a lot of guidance regarding skills, I still felt tied up. My phone on the desk suddenly rang. I didn't have time to check who it was. I put the phone to my ear and asked in a businesslike manner, "Who is it?" "It's me." I heard a low male voice. Then he said, "It's time. I'm taking you to lunch." I glanced at the time. Before I knew it, it was noon already. Yet I felt that I had just started. "You don't have to pick me up. Tell me the address, and I'll go there myself." I didn't want to trouble him. "I'm already downstairs." He didn't give me a chance to refuse. More than ten minutes later, the car stopped at the restaurant. Blake held my hand and walked upstairs. I was gradually gettingCatherine's POV Gina gritted her teeth and said, "To be honest, I'm so jealous of you. I wish I were dead at first, but then I gradually accepted the reality. Instead of crushing me, what happened makes me stronger. Catherine, everything you have now is only temporary. I believe that he will lose interest in you and leave you soon." "Are you done? I have to work." I had enough of her. Besides, I was so busy. My time was very precious. I had no intention of being cursed by her. Gina shuddered and said anxiously, "I want to make a deal with you!" I looked at her. "What right do you have to make a deal with me?" Gina immediately chested out and said, "I know the previous owner of your necklace." I said coldly, "Well, name it. What do you want?" "I would like to attend the early winter launch the Chavez Group is holding this time," Gina stated her request. I looked at her with a cold smile. I said, "Really? You think so highly of
Catherine's POV I stretched and stood up. The only amazing view outside my French window was Blake's two skyscrapers. Looking at that, I picked up my phone and called Blake. Blake's tone was very gentle. He said, "Cathy?" It was so weird. Whenever I heard him call my name, I always felt an electric shock. I didn't feel a thing when other people called me by my name. However, it felt so great when I heard my name coming from Blake's mouth. "Yes, it's me," I answered in a low voice. "What's the matter?" Blake's voice rose slightly. "I want to take the kids to dinner with Melinda tonight, OK?" There was a trace of pleading in my tone. "You are their mother. You can make the decision yourself. Why ask me?" Blake laughed. I said in a low voice, "I think so as well, but you are their father anyway." "Cathy, haven't we already decided to go public about the kids? We won't hide them anymore, OK?" Blake said with
Third person's POV When Catherine and Melinda were eating, Hedwig suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. When Catherine brought Hedwig to the bathroom, a woman happened to come out of one of the compartments. She was stunned when she saw Catherine. Then she heard a girl beside Catherine say, "Mommy, can you hold me so that I can pee?" Catherine immediately scolded, "No. You shouldn't have such a bad habit. Do it yourself." "No! Mommy, I want you to hold me!" Hedwig immediately acted in pettishness. "Fine! I will hold you." Catherine gave in. Meanwhile, the woman was washing her hands slowly. She took out her phone secretly. The woman was not far away from Catherine and Hedwig. She took photos of their backs while Catherine was taking Hedwig's hand. Catherine had a daughter. It would be a piece of explosive news! The woman figured that she would make a fortune with the photos. The woman was one of Gina's f
Third person's POV They knew who King Blake's girlfriend was. Rumors had it that the woman was a designer in the company. "Please, this is really important!" Gina immediately put on an act. A receptionist helped her call Henry. A few minutes later, one of the receptionists stood up with an access card. "Please go to the CEO's office, King Blake is waiting for you." Gina's eyes lit up. She knew it. Blake didn't want to be some idiot who didn't know anything. Even Gina's footsteps became lighter. She entered the elevator. The elevator was going up. Gina was quite familiar with the building. She arrived at the CEO's office without difficulty. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. After getting permission, she pushed the door open and entered. Behind the grand office desk, Blake sat on a black chair with his eyes slightly cold. Gina was slightly stunned when she looked at Blake. Every time she came to
Catherine's POV I suddenly received a call from Blake when I was in the office. I was a little puzzled why he called me at this time. I picked up the phone. A deep and pleasant voice sounded from the other end of the line. "When you were eating with Hedwig in the restaurant yesterday, Gina's people took some photos of you. She just came to me with them to tell on you," said Blake with a chuckle. "What? She hired someone to follow me?" I was shocked. Exactly how much did Gina hate me? She even hired someone to follow me when I was out! It was outrageous. Blake said calmly, "Be more careful when you go out from now on. Or there might be another scandal before you know it." "I see. Did you tell her about Hedwig?" I asked. "Yes. I told her that the girl was my daughter. She seemed devastated." said Blake lazily. I smiled bitterly, "I guess the public will know about the kids sooner or later." "Don't worry. Our kids
Catherine's POV "Yes. I hate him so much that I want to kill him. But I think I hate myself even more. I probably wouldn't have been able to run away that night, no matter who it was." I felt a bit stiff and cold, and I was trembling. It took great courage to open up old wounds again. I chose to forget everything before. I chose to start my life after I had Noah and Hedwig. I felt happiness only after having them in my life. "Ms. Wyatt, relax. Can you tell me what your nightmares were like?" Penelope asked me as softly as she could. I nodded. "Sometimes I felt torn apart by an animal, and sometimes I felt trapped in a dark room." "Be more specific. Have you ever had any sex dreams?" "Yes ... yes, once." "Can you see the man's face in the dream?" "It was very blurry. I couldn't." Penelope recorded my symptoms. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "Now that you know it was King Blake, do you hate
Catherine's POV "You can't help me. I'm in charge of the seat arrangement for this launch. You don't know which of our guests is more important," I said with a little pride. "I don't care about others. You just need to reserve six seats in the front row," said Blake. "Why? I have already made the arrangement," I muttered. Blake was not here to help me. He was here to cause me trouble. "Because those sitting in these seats will be more powerful than everyone else." After that, Blake began to name them, "I have already invited the Benjamin brothers, Howard, and Eda. And there's me and the kids." I was stunned. I looked at him in disbelief. "Why will you be there?" "You'll be the host. Shouldn't I show up, given that I'm your boyfriend? Besides, I'm sure the kids would love to see the results of their mommy's busy days at work." Blake's reasons were flawless. I quickly explained, "I'm not saying that I don't want you to be there. I jus
Catherine's POV Melinda asked tentatively, "Cathy, do you have feelings for Harley?" I was stunned when I heard what she said. "No. What makes you ask?" "I just felt that you cared about him a lot. Cathy, if King Blake finds out, will he be jealous?" Melinda immediately said. I replied seriously, "I swear. I don't have feelings for Harley. I just want to help him as a friend. Of course, if Blake knew about this, he would be angry. That's why I want to ask you to help me invite Harley." "Well, I can make a call," Melinda said. In the afternoon, Melinda knocked on the door and came in. She shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly, "I have already reached out to Harley's agent and told him you wanted to invite Harley. But Harley refused." "I see." I was stunned at the response, but it kind of made sense. I knew Harley. He wasn't a man who would disregard his principles in exchange for popularity. "Are you going to call him you