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"Catherine, will you stay for a bit longer? You are Blake's fiancee after all. I won't be afraid of her with you by my side." Jessica pulled Catherine's arm. Catherine pulled a wry face. "Alright, let's go inside. Let me take a look at that woman!" Catherine patted Jessica on the shoulder with sympathy, and also tried to comfort her. Lillian was already here to challenge Jessica. She should fight back and not back off. "Don't defeat yourself. Chin up. Be confident!" Catherine encouraged Jessica with a smile. The two of them returned to the private room. Then, they heard a woman's loud laughter. "It's her!" Jessica winked at Catherine. Catherine looked over and was a little stunned. Lillian was around 1.7 meters tall and had a slender and exquisite figure. She had the look that most men would prefer. Lillian had an attractive face, and her slender, ice-blue dress made her look even more ladylike.Third person's POV Since Jessica was no longer in a pickle, Catherine was prepared to leave. She said to Leo, "I'm leaving now. Have fun!" "Alright!" Leo wanted Catherine to stay longer, but he dared not to say it. Catherine said bye to Jessica and left. Catherine drove home. The lights in the parlor were dimmed. She tiptoed upstairs, cracked the door of Noah's room, and heard Blake whispering bedtime stories to the children. For an instant, Catherine was stunned and somehow felt warm inside. Blake raised his head. His eyes met Catherine's as she leaned against the door. "Mommy..." "Mommy, didn't you go to a birthday party? You're back so early!" "Is it because you miss us so much?" Hedwig asked with a smile. Noah pursed his lips. "I think she missed daddy!" "It's late. Why are you still up? Don't pester daddy all the time. He has a lot of work during the day and is very busy." Catherine lectured the kids with a
Catherine's POV After I left the study, I searched the room again for the necklace. I even lay on my stomach and looked under the bed carefully. But I still couldn't find the necklace. It just vanished. Was it really the maid who stole it? The royal pack had always been strict with the servants. How could a thief blend into the villa? I was very upset. I had a glimmer of hope when I heard Patricia say that she had an impression of the necklace. But what should I do now? I couldn't tell Patricia what the necklace looked like just by describing it. I was restless, then I thought of my phone. I quickly found it and turned it on. I checked through the photos in it. As I found the photos that I was looking for, I breathed a sigh of relief. I almost forgot that I had the photos of the necklace on my phone. I could show them to Patricia tomorrow. The next morning, clouds obscured the sun and shrouded the city in gloom.
Blake's POV Instead of driving to my company, I drove along the mountain road and arrived at the villa at the top of the mountain. My grandparents lived here. I got out of the car and rushed upstairs. In the corridor, I saw Patricia sitting alone on the sofa on the balcony in a daze. She had a napkin in her hand and was wiping her tears in silence. I somehow felt depressed. My footsteps were heavy as I walked slowly toward Patricia. When I reached the door of the balcony, Patricia shouted sternly, "Stop there!" Her eyes were filled with tears. Then, I knew how serious the matter was. I stopped and stood quietly in front of her. "You knew Catherine's background a long time ago. Didn't you?" Patricia stared at me sharply, trying to get the truth from me. I kept silent and slightly lowered my head. I dared not look into Patricia's eyes, much less at my father's photo. In the photo, my father had a gentle smile on h
Catherine's POV I was a little surprised when I received Blake's call. I had something to ask him as well, so, I went straight to his company. For some reason, I felt panicked as I went up in the elevator. I had no clue why, but I knew something was wrong. When I reached the door of Blake's office, two assistants greeted me politely, "Lycan Luna, are you here to see King Blake?" Lycan Luna? The address reassured me a little. Everybody called me this when they saw me. I felt I was already Blake's wife. I couldn't help but feel happy about it. I found that happiness came just in time, and I could relax and enjoy this perfect life of mine. I knocked on the door. Blake answered, so I pushed the door open and walked toward him. He was sitting by his desk. But when I was halfway there, I paused, and my eyes widened. Because I saw two things on Blake's desk. One of them was the necklace that I lost. The other on
Catherine's POV "What difference does it make? Now that I know who you are, it's over between us." Blake was a little afraid to look me in the eye. I was in a mess and overwhelmed by the blows. Blake and I were separated by the desk. Suddenly, I felt as if we were never in love. We were so cold to each other, worse than strangers. "Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore. If you hate me and don't want to be with me, I will be out of your sight. You will never see me again. I just want my kids back. They are mine, mine alone!" Since Blake cut me out ruthlessly, I had no choice but to accept it. I had to accept the fact that Halsey was my father. I finally knew why I had a pair of twins. It turned out that there was a reason for this. I also had a twin brother, but he died early. "You can't take the kids." Blake finally raised his head and looked me in the eye. He said in a low voice. "What?" I crossed my arms in front of my ch
Third person's POV Catherine cried for more than half an hour and finally got tired. She had thought the matter over and still found it hard to accept. Could she not be with the man she loved, simply because she was Halsey's daughter? Catherine could not help but laugh at herself again. In fact, Blake chose a proper way to break up with her. At least, he did not treat her as an enemy, let alone retaliate against her. He simply told her the truth calmly. Catherine felt that at least Blake was a gentleman and kept up his decent manners. Catherine was not in the mood to drive now. She had to calm down first. She raised her kids alone before, and they turned out just fine. She cheered herself up, telling herself that she could handle the breakup easily. Catherine felt as if she was going crazy. She never knew that forgetting someone she loved could be so painful. She bit the back of her hand so hard that it left two bloody marks.
Third person's POV "Catherine is Blake's mate. Both you and I know the connection between mates. Do you think Blake can reject Catherine just like that?" asked Emerson suddenly. "He has to. He is the Lycan King, and I can't accept Catherine as the Lycan Luna. I think the Moon Goddess will guide him to a new mate. Even if he can't find a mate, there are plenty of suitable female werewolves in the royal pack who could take on Lycan Luna's responsibilities." Patricia said and then suddenly sighed. She continued, "What I am worried about is that Catherine will not accept Blake's refusal. You know the bond between mates. If Catherine is upset, I'm afraid Blake would find it hard to reject her." "If that's the case, you should talk to Catherine some other time and ask her to stop pestering Blake. This has to end once and for all." Thinking that Catherine might continue pestering Blake, Emerson had no choice but to be ruthless to her. Patricia no
Catherine's POV I woke up with a splitting headache, which was probably the result of being drunk. Although my wolf could help me with injuries, she couldn't do anything about my hangover. I got up and took out my phone to check the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. I didn't expect to sleep till this time. "Where am I?" I stumbled to find the switch. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the living room light was on. It was so bright that I covered my eyes with my hand. "Catherine, finally! You are awake!" I heard Melinda's concerned voice. Then I started remembering what happened. "Does your head hurt? Have some milk," Melinda said. I felt cold all over. I took the glass from Melinda. I was so touched that I almost cried. "Thank you, Melinda!" After having some milk, I felt a little better in my stomach, and my head stopped hurting so badly. It was only then that I realized what time it was. I