Blake's POV
I saw the tears in Catherine's eyes, and I regained some of my senses. I said, "I care about all the things about you." "If you do, you should hear me out, instead of only caring about whether something happened between me and Harley." Tears flowed from Catherine's eyes. I was very upset. My wolf was restless. The next second, I sat on the sofa next to us. I frowned and didn't speak. Catherine's voice was sad. She said, "You don't want to hear my explanation? Then I might as well shut up." She turned around and was about to leave. I called out to stop her. "I want to hear it!" I said, looking at the tears on her face. She bit her lip. "I don't want to say anything anymore." "You have to." I held her wrist. "I admit I was rude. But you know it, right? I was only rude, because I cared about you. I'm crazy about you." She bit her lip and turned her face away. My fingers gently touched her tender cheek aBlake's POV "Blake, thank you for believing me. To be honest, you scared me just now. I thought you wouldn't trust me easily." Catherine was very grateful. I said self-mockingly, "I was indeed very angry at first. I even felt like I was about to lose you. But I know you. Nothing happened between you and Harley, because you couldn't stand being touched by men. Am I right?" Catherine nodded. "Blake, after this is over, I will take the initiative to do it with you. I hope you can mark me then." I didn't expect to hear the words "take the initiative" coming from her mouth. I gently held her in my arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry. I won't force you. But I do hope that we can be together soon!" Catherine put her arms around my waist. "Let's get married when I find my parents!" Her proposal surprised me. I said with joy, "Really? Are you willing to marry me?" "Yes, I am. After I find my parents, we can get ready to
Catherine's POV "I can promise you anything. Please don't take me to the police. I promise! I will never interfere in your affairs again. Catherine, I am begging you. I was really wrong." Gina was shaking with fear. I looked at her and felt that she was nothing but a pathetic joke. "Why did you do all this when you knew you would end up like this?" "I didn't know that I would be caught by you so quickly. I always thought that I was very capable, but now I finally learn my lesson after these setbacks. Some things are just not for me, and they will never be mine, no matter how much I fight for them!" Gina finally realized. I could tell that Gina was regretful, but I still did not want to forgive her. Because it didn't feel right to me that a person could always be this lucky to be forgiven. "I'll go back to the company now. You can help me put an end to it." I turned to look at Blake and said in a low voice to him. "OK." Blake nodded.
Catherine's POV I was well aware that Patricia wanted to psych me out. I just didn't get it. We would be a family soon. Did seniority rules matter that much? Besides, I always respected her, because she was an elder. I never disrespected her. I sighed. Were there so many rules and restrictions in the royal pack? After seven o'clock, I took a shower. But I did not go downstairs then. Instead, I sat on the sofa in the room, feeling depressed. When the kids were tired of playing and went back to the lakeside villa by car, both of them rushed directly to me. "Mommy, Emerson told me a lot of great stories!" Hedwig said with a smile. I stroked Hedwig's head and said, "I'm glad that you like them. You can ask him to tell you more in the future." "Mommy, is daddy not back yet? I'll wait for him upstairs!" Hedwig turned and ran upstairs. I turned my head to look at Noah, only to see that he was also looking at me with hi
Catherine's POV I knew Noah was very smart, so I was in a pickle now. In fact, I enjoyed talking to Noah most of the time. He had his way of thinking. And he could be very helpful sometimes. But right now, I was reluctant to tell Noah my thoughts, because Noah was too sensible. I was worried that the dispute adults had would hurt him. "Noah, mommy has to work. See? Mommy can't even draw with you standing here," I said, pointing to my messy painting. Noah nodded and said, "Well, I will leave you to your work. But if you are treated unfairly, don't clam up. You can talk to daddy. He will help you feel better." "It seems that your daddy is omnipotent in your eyes. Do you worship him?" Noah snorted coldly, "I don't worship him!" Noah was embarrassed. I laughed even more heartily. Blake's POV Around 7:30 pm, I returned to the lakeside villa. As soon as I walked in, I saw a small pink figure jumping off the sof
Blake's POV I walked over, squatted down, and looked at Noah. "Because your mommy doesn't want you to worry. Alright now. Go downstairs and play with Hedwig, and I'll talk to your mommy. Don't worry. I won't quarrel with her. We will chat peacefully." Noah said, "I'll go play with my toys. I don't want to play with stupid Hedwig." "Up to you." I stood up, opened the door of the study, and went to Catherine's room. Pushing the door open, I saw Catherine standing at the edge of the bed. Catherine looked at me and asked, "What's up?" "Did Patricia say anything to you?" I rushed back in a hurry, because I was afraid that Catherine would be scolded by Patricia. Patricia sounded very mad on the phone today. Catherine's face paled when she heard me. "Do you care?" "What did Patricia say to you? Tell me, OK? I'm very worried about the relationship between you two. I don't want things between you two to be too ugly. After all, both of
Blake's POV Noah blinked his big eyes and quickly walked down. Patricia immediately put him on her lap, pinched his face, and then pinched his arms. "Noah, you're so thin. Don't you like eating?" Noah immediately shook his head and said, "Patricia, I'm not thin at all. I don't want to become chubby. That way, no girls will like me!" Patricia was instantly amused by Noah. She pointed to me and said, "See? Noah is the younger version of you. He already knows that he has to be a ladies' man at such a young age!" I didn't remember saying such naive things when I was a kid at all. "I called Leo. Maybe he'll be here later." I said. "Really?" Patricia was excited. "I haven't seen him for quite a long time." Emerson pulled a long face. "He doesn't have to be here if he doesn't want to. No one is begging him to come here." Patricia looked at Emerson a little crossly and said, "It's all your fault. Why did you quarrel with him back the
Blake's POV A few minutes later, I came to the study wearing a gray nightgown. "What is it?" I swept my gaze over her body and saw that her skin was as fair as the nightgown she was wearing. My heart throbbed. I involuntarily walked over to her side and sat down. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her petite body into my embrace. Catherine said, "I found some clues about my parents, but now it seems to be a dead end. I want you to help me." "Sure!" I would not refuse any of her requests. Catherine looked at me with gratitude, and I could not help but kiss her lips. Catherine's tense body slowly softened. I let go of her in time. Looking at her blushing face, I reached out and pinched it. "What have you got?" Catherine quickly took out her phone and showed me some photos. "I found an exhibit in the royal gallery that seemed to be a couple with my necklace. I asked the curator, and he said that someone deposited it there.
Blake's POV "Are you curious?" I took another puff and sneered. "Not at all!" Henry's expression was very interesting. I could tell that he was indeed very curious. I was amused by his expression, and then the atmosphere relaxed a little. "I know him." Henry quickly nodded. "Really? How?" My voice was as cold as ice. "He is old. If your investigation is right, he is Catherine's grandfather." "What? How is that possible?" Henry was stunned. I stood up from my black office chair, and my voice was a little irritated. I said, "So, Catherine is the lost daughter of the Fox family." "It seems that I met her when I was a kid, and I even kissed her cheek before." I was lost in my memories, and there was a hint of mockery and sadness in my tone. When I was young, the Fox family had twins. They were extremely cute and made countless people envious. The girl was particularly pretty. Her eyes were like crystals, delicate an
"Wow, Mom, you have so many photos of Dad here! And there's one where he's not wearing any clothes!" the little girl exclaimed in surprise as she flipped through the album.Hearing the words "not wearing any clothes," the coffee Blake was sipping nearly sprayed out.He quickly leaned over to check the photo and was somewhat relieved to see it was just a picture of him sleeping in bed.Catherine was already mortified. Truth be told, she had indeed taken quite a few sneaky photos of Blake, but these were meant for her private enjoyment.Blake looked at Catherine with a meaningful smile, making her face flush."Why do you even take photos of me sleeping? Are you really that fond of taking my pictures?" he teased.Catherine quickly snatched the phone away, turned it off, and stammered, "No, I only took a few. Speaking of which, the food hasn't arrived yet. I'm getting hungry."Blake knew she was deliberately changing the subject, and his
This was the most suitable diamond he could find, and it hadn't been easy.The designer beside him wore an awkward expression. Proud of his one-of-a-kind designs, he now stood shamefaced.Blake, considerate of the designer's pride, asked him to leave."Mom, this diamond is small and doesn't sparkle much. Where did Dad get it from?"The little one, too young to appreciate such things, compared it to her daily toys with large rhinestones, thinking her mom's diamond couldn't possibly be smaller.But now, seeing it, she realized it was indeed much smaller.Noah, however, remarked, "Can you compare real and fake ones?""What's real and fake?" Hedwig asked with wide, curious eyes.Catherine patiently explained, "Hedwig, the size of a diamond doesn't mean anything. Your dad's thoughtfulness is what matters. I think this ring is beautiful, and I love it.""Your happiness is all that counts. It's a gift for you!" Hedwig said with
Third Person's POVAbigail had clearly told her earlier that the twins were fast asleep."Hedwig, Daddy's not bullying Mommy. Actually, uh, Mommy got sand in her eye, and Daddy's blowing it out," Blake said, remarkably composed as he fabricated an excuse on the spot."Really? Mommy, how did you get sand in your eye? Is it serious?" Hedwig asked, her face etched with worry.Catherine's cheeks flushed as she quickly rubbed her eye. "I was standing by the window and the wind blew sand in. Hedwig, why are you and your brother up? Did you trick Granny?"Hedwig giggled. "We wanted to see Daddy, so we pretended to sleep!""You shouldn't do that. Granny would be so sad if she knew," Catherine said, her face stern as she gently reprimanded the children."Next time, remember to knock before entering, understand?" Blake said sternly to his son.Noah pouted. "Got it, I'll knock next time so you two can prepare.""Come on, Hedwig, le
Third Person's POVA knock sounded, and the butler entered, handing Emily a phone. "Mr. Chavez is calling for you."Emily's face darkened as she took the call. Richard's voice came through, "Emily, are you still angry with me?""Why did you do this? Am I not your daughter?" Her voice still trembled."Of course you are. I have always treated you as my own. I'm in trouble, and you'll help me through it, right? You've always been a good girl," Richard's tone dripped with feigned warmth."Yes, I will," Emily replied, her voice hollow, her heart now a cold, determined void.The naive, dependent stepdaughter was gone—hatred and clarity had taken root, and she knew her retaliation was about to begin.Blake and Catherine's wedding invitations had been sent out, met with numerous blessings.Abigail and Patricia helped Catherine choose several dresses, including a nearly ten-million-dollar pure white wedding gown embedded with thou
Third Person's POVAs night fell, Emily simply dressed and headed to the restaurant designated by Richard.It was a self-operated restaurant in a seven-star hotel. Though reluctant, she didn't dare to defy Richard.On the way, she pictured the man as a cynical playboy. Enduring a meal with him would be tolerable. After all, she despised heartless rich men, none of whom compared to Blake in her eyes.Pushing open the restaurant door, all her assumptions crumbled—a middle-aged man sat there, slightly overweight, balding, with yellowed, decayed teeth from years of smoking.Emily froze. What was Richard thinking?"Miss Chavez? You're even prettier in person!" The man grinned, his yellow teeth making Emily almost gag."Are you Mr. Waleri?" Before coming, she'd researched him—an ex-politician turned businessman with decent success, but his family's complex and scandalous relations were well-known.Baldwin shrugged. "That'
Third Person's POVSunny glared at him with disgust. "Traitors usually don't end well. I hope to see yours soon."Samuel remained nonchalant. "Not necessarily." With that, he left with a swagger.Sunny grasped Leo's tense fist. "Don't let people like him get to you."Leo let out a self-mocking chuckle. "I'm clearly not as good at judging people as Blake. He's surrounded by loyal people, while I...""Don't think like that," Sunny whispered soothingly. "Samuel's inherently insincere and good at pretense. It's normal not to see through him.""There must be someone backing him," Leo said, his expression weary. "Otherwise, he wouldn't dare betray me knowing my brother is Blake."A sudden chill ran down his spine—relying on Blake's protection in the past, he now felt as if he'd fallen into an abyss, sensing a more complex force manipulating behind the crisis.Could it be Richard and Nick?But Blake didn't take them serio
Third Person's POVThe evidence Cedrick provided was like a belated Christmas's gift, bringing Leo immense relief.He had tried investigating before, but Samuel was overly cautious, making any prior attempts fruitless.Cedrick, through unknown means, had infiltrated Nebula and unearthed these critical clues—Leo would have to find a chance to thank this prudent business magnate later. But he knew the credit should go to Jessica.Cedrick's willingness to help was clearly for her sake.Leo and Sunny headed straight to Samuel's office, catching him in a compromising situation with a new female star from the company.The star was perched on his lap, Samuel's hands wandering freely over her body, with no regard for discretion.The office door burst open, catching them red-handed.The female star's face drained of color, and Samuel's panic was evident."Boss!" Samuel quickly pushed the stunned star off him, and she hurrie
Third Person's POV"Of course not! You have such a piano gift. I love listening," Leo didn't dare to discourage the little one. Otherwise, Blake would scold him again."Really? Then sit and listen to me play again!" Hedwig insisted.Leo inwardly groaned but stayed at his mother's gaze.When the song finally ended, he almost wanted to flee. "Hedwig, something's come up at the company. I have to go!"Watching his mother patiently guide Hedwig, Leo daydreamed—if he ever had a daughter, he'd definitely leave her in Abigail's care. Only her gentle temperament could raise a well-behaved child.Back at the company, Leo found Sunny had come in at some point—he'd told her to rest at home. Seems this woman just couldn't stay idle."Miss me?" Leo stood before her with a self-assured smile.Sunny paused, then nodded coyly. "It's so boring at home!""Since you're here, keep working on your script and study the character,"
Third Person's POV"Nothing really, just curious," Patricia sighed. "To be honest, I admire you both. If that happened to me, I might not be as poised as you are."Abigail grew even more embarrassed."How about Leo and Sunny?" Patricia changed the subject. "Haven't you called to check in?""No, Leo's not one for sharing personal stuff," Abigail said with a light laugh.Patricia frowned, then leaned in suddenly. "You've met Olivia, right? Don't you think Sunny resembles her a bit?"Abigail stiffened, recalling the resemblance but not daring to dwell on it—could the world really be that coincidental?"Probably no connection," she said with a frown."True, there are plenty of people with the same surname," Patricia agreed, though she noticed the flicker of doubt in Abigail's eyes.Two children bounced into the room, Hedwig holding up a pale purple flower. "Granny, look at the flower Noah put on me. Isn't it pretty?"