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 theBlake'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
Blake's POV When I got off work in the afternoon, I called Catherine and asked her out for dinner tonight. There would be no kids. It would be just me and her. Catherine agreed. I went to her company in my car, picked her up, and we went in the direction of the restaurant. Sitting in the car, I looked out the window, as if I had forgotten that she was also in the car. Catherine took the initiative to come to my side and asked, "What's on your mind?" I turned my head around. Her eyes flickered as lights and shadows flashed across them. Looking at her eyes, I felt that my mind was a mess. "Nothing!" I got annoyed for no reason. At the sight of her charming eyes, I recalled the fact that she was the daughter of the Fox family that I had kissed when I was a child. I could not calm myself down. Catherine had always been sensitive, and she seemed to have sensed something, so she simply sat up straight and stopped disturbing me.
Blake's POV After dinner, Catherine and I left the restaurant. I held her hand and suggested, "Let's not go home yet. It's still early anyway. Let's go shopping." "Shopping for what? We are not buying anything!" Catherine said in surprise. "I want to buy something for you. What do you want?" I held her hand tightly. I looked at her and smiled. Catherine shook her head. "I don't want anything." "I'm sure you do. Think again!" I knew Catherine said that, since she did not want to spend my money. But today, I wanted to spend money on her, because only by giving her something she liked would I feel less guilty. "Then let's go check out the kids' clothes. I like to buy things for them." Catherine had the most primitive nature of women. Ever since she had kids, every time she passed by the stores selling children's clothes, she always wanted to go in and touch the clothes, whether she bought them or not. "I want to buy you something. We'll buy things for the kids next time
Blake's POV Patricia immediately looked sad and said, "You never talked to me like that before. I know it. You don't love me anymore. I am not the most important woman to you now!" "Patricia, what are you talking about?" I hurried over and hugged her. "Cathy is our family. I hope you can get along well." "I am an elder, and she should respect me. Shouldn't she?" Patricia still felt aggrieved. I sighed helplessly. "Here's the thing. I should respect you, because I'm your grandson. But she has not married me yet. You two should respect each other." Patricia immediately said with dissatisfaction, "Why hasn't she married you yet?" Hearing that, I asked with a smile, "Grandma, are you saying that I can marry her?" Patricia looked a little embarrassed. She sighed and said, "I didn't agree before, but I like the two kids very much. You and Leo didn't have a mother when you grew up. It's a regret that will accompany your whole life. I always feel guilty. I've done some thinking
Blake's POV Catherine blushed slightly at my words. She said, "I want to be here for a while longer." "Then I'll be here with you," I said. Catherine shook her head and said, "I'm done. You should head out. I need to change." "What if I don't want to go out?" I said cheekily. Catherine frowned. Then she ignored me and stood up straight. After she took off her wet clothes with her back to me, she reached out to take the white bathrobe next to her and wrapped her warm body. Then she turned around and said, "I'm going to sleep. Take your time." I was stunned for a long time. Why did I feel that I had been eased? When I left the bathroom, I paused and subconsciously walked to another guest room. I pushed open the door and saw Catherine, who was already asleep with a quilt in her arms. She had already taken the medicine placed on the table. I was still worried. I walked to the side of the bed and bent down. I reached out and placed my hand on her still-hot forehead.
Catherine's POV Blake and I went to the doctor. The doctor needed to take my temperature before making a diagnosis. I leaned on the bed and watched the nurse take the thermometer, shake it, and put it in my mouth. Blake stood aside and watched. The nurse was experienced. But when I felt the thermometer, the coldness made me tremble a bit. Seeing that, Blake frowned. His face went sullen, which made the nurse terrified. After a few minutes, the doctor told Blake and me that I had caught a cold. He asked us to stay here while he prescribed something for me. Then he left together with the nurse. I turned to look at Blake. "I'm fine here. Go to work. I'll take a taxi back later." "I'll skip the morning. I'll stay with you!" Blake took a chair and sat down. I was surprised. He had a lot on his plate, yet he was willing to spend all morning with me. I was very touched. "Will your work be affected?" I did not in
Third person's POV Catherine stood at the door of the lakeside villa. Watching Patricia's car leave, she suddenly felt more relaxed than she had ever felt before. She felt that happiness had come to her. Everything in life was perfect. She would hold all of these tightly and never let go. On the contrary, Gina, who was in prison, was exceptionally miserable. As a former female star, Gina was locked up in Sayreville's prison, and her days were gone. She was wearing plain clothes. Her hair was disheveled, and her face without makeup was utterly pale. Even her eyes, which she was proud of, were dim at this moment, as if she had been teased by fate thousands of times. Gina's prison life actually wasn't that bad. After all, she had her fair share of glory, and she was smarter than ordinary people. The women Gina was in the same cell with were hooligans. They used to worship her, and they were very excited to be locked in the same cell as