Blake's POV
I saw Abigail today, and I had mixed feelings. So, I asked Benjamin and Howard to hang out. In the evening, Benjamin and I pushed open the door of a private room and entered. "You're here. Drink with me!" The room was large. Howard sat alone on the sofa and looked at us. As soon as I stepped in, I knew something was wrong. I threw the car keys on the table, looked at Benjamin, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to him?" Benjamin shook his head. "I just arrived. I asked him, but he said nothing and just kept drinking." "It has got to do with women again." I made a guess. Howard suddenly threw the bottle on the table, looked up, and stared at the ceiling with a look of despair. He sadly announced, "I'm single again. I don't have a woman or a daughter. I'm alone again!" Benjamin and I looked at each other. Then we turned to Howard with concern. "Harry, what happened? Tell us, and we'll see how we can helCatherine's POV After finishing work at noon, I suddenly thought of the important task Blake gave me. He wanted me to take Rowena to lunch and talk to her. On the way to work today, Blake walked me through Howard and Rowena's current situation briefly. It sounded like the two had been through quite a hard time. I felt bad for them with mixed feelings. Blake wanted me to find out whether Rowena still loved Howard or not. What a tough job! I was not very close with Rowena, yet I still called her and asked her for lunch. To my surprise, Rowena agreed without hesitation. We met at a restaurant. Rowena looked haggard and was in low spirits. It seemed that she didn't rest well. "You didn't go to work today?" I asked curiously. "I quit my job!" Rowena's words surprised me. Blake told me that Rowena worked hard, and she took her current job very seriously. Rowena took a sip of her glass of water. She laughed at h
Third person's POV "What do you think? Should I jump off the building or cut my wrist? Which one is better?" "Maybe the former. At least it doesn't hurt, because you won't jump at all. Cutting your wrist is not good. It hurts!" Eda said. Howard thought for a moment and felt that Eda's words made sense. "Then I will go with the former. You've got to help me..." "I will. Don't worry. I'll shout at you while standing downstairs and urge you to jump!" Howard frowned. "Are you my sister or not?" "I'm just putting more pressure on Yvonne, so she will stop bothering me with your relationship issues." Eda laughed. She thought that since Howard still could come up with all these strange ideas, he had not given up yet. There was still hope for him. Howard put his hand on his forehead and said, "It's no fun being drunk. I've had a headache all night, and I'm still dizzy. I am so beaten up." "Of course, you feel that way!" Eda stood up.
Third person's POV "Eda, I know I have a bad temper, but I have been like this for years." Yvonne raised her head and looked at Howard, who was still standing on the roof. For the first time, she realized that she was such a loser and felt sad about herself. Yvonne had come to her senses. Eda felt sorry for her. She wiped Yvonne's tears with a tissue. "Why don't you go sit in the living room and leave this to me? I'll deal with the things with Rowena as well. Just stay out of it, alright?" Yvonne looked at Eda with a complicated expression. She wanted to say something, but she didn't. "Let me handle it. Trust me!" Eda stopped Yvonne from saying anything more. At last, Yvonne chose to trust Eda. Maybe it was because Yvonne saw the confident look on Eda's face, or maybe it was because Yvonne had realized that she was being bossy and selfish. She made a big mistake, which was almost at the cost of her son's life. She wanted to change. Eda hel
Catherine's POV I was stunned. I raised my eyes and gawked at Blake. "Why would you say that? We are mates. We are blessed by the Moon Goddess. Of course, our love will not change." "I know. I'm just afraid that something might happen in the future," Blake said ambiguously. I sighed and continued to lean against his shoulder. I said, "Whatever it is, we will face it together." "I'm so glad that you can think like this." Blake reached out and stroked my long hair. I did not know why he became so sentimental. The news that Blake was going to get married had already caused an uproar throughout Sayreville. Moreover, the business elites in New York were honored to receive his invitation. The location was settled, and the grand ceremony was in place. I didn't have time to think about work. Melinda was happy for me and gave me a long vacation. She asked me to focus on the wedding for now and get back to work after that. Moreo
Catherine's POV The next morning, I enjoyed my vacation lazily. The kids also wanted to stay at home, but Patricia insisted on sending them to school. After I had breakfast, I received a call from Leo's assistant, asking me to go over at noon today to talk about cooperation. I had nothing else to do anyway. I washed up and drove to Leo's company. Downstairs the company, I saw a male assistant waving at me. "Ms. Wyatt, it's a great honor to have you here." I smiled, "I'm glad to be here." "I mean it. Everyone is saying that you are about to marry Mr. Chavez. I didn't want to disturb you, but my boss urged me to do it. I had no choice but to call you here to sign the contract." I was a little surprised. Why was Leo in such a hurry? However, since it was an internal matter, I didn't ask much. Signing the contract meant I could get a lot of money, which was a good thing. The assistant and I discussed the details of the con
Catherine's POV After a long time, I finally said, "Since when did you have feelings for me? We don't see much of each other." Leo turned around and said, "That day, when I went to your company to look for you, I was deeply impressed by the way you reasoned with me. I don't know why I like you. I think I am just like that. There are things that I know I shouldn't do, but I just want to give it a try. At first, I didn't think my feelings for you were a big deal. I thought I could control my emotions, and I could get you out of it any time I wanted. I thought I could convince everyone around me with my acting skills as if I was in a show or something. But I was wrong. I am obsessed with you, and I'm trapped in it. Catherine, it hit me hard when I heard that you are marrying Blake. Only then did I realize that I couldn't get you out of my mind. I'm struggling. I don't know what to do now." As I listened to him, I was at a loss, too. If Leo hadn't said this
Third person's POV In a nearby cafe. Howard and Rowena sat by the window. Rowena was staring at a corner of the park, while Howard was looking at her. "I heard you resigned. Why?" Howard stirred the coffee in his cup, asking her in a low voice. "No reason. I just felt tired and wanted to rest," Rowena replied. "Was it because of me? My mother exposed our relationship and made things awkward for you at work." Howard's voice was filled with guilt and self-blame. Though Rowena did not say anything or blame him, he knew. That was the reason she resigned. Rowena was silent. She couldn't get those humiliating words from her colleagues out of her head. "It turns out that she wants to marry into a rich family. How ambitious!" "That's right. I have no idea that she was secretly dating Mr. Twitty. She hid it so well. If Mr. Twitty's mother hadn't come to the company to make a scene, none of us would have known." "I heard that sh
Catherine's POV The night fell. I had been feeling like I was in a dream lately since my life had been so wonderful. Patricia and Emerson appreciated me, and Blake indulged me. He would surprise me from time to time to make me happy. Blake was a perfect mate. Wealth made him confident. And though many people also had money, they weren't as delicate and gentle as him. Therefore, Blake was simply attractive. I used to think he was arrogant and self-centered, but after I fell for him, I realized that Blake did have what it took to attract women. "Mommy!" Hedwig suddenly ran over. She asked me seriously, "After you and daddy get married, are you going to call him honey?" I was a little surprised that she asked so. I smiled, "Who told you that?" "I saw it on TV. A kid's mommy calls his daddy honey," Hedwig said, blinking her eyes like a curious baby. I chuckled. "Why don't you go and ask your daddy? I can't explain this." "