All Chapters of My Mate Has Two Wolves: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

　　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 a

　　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 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　　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　　"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