My Mate Has Two Wolves

Chapter 188

Catherine's POV

After Emily left, I felt so upset that I suddenly didn't want to do anything.

"Catherine, you're here! I've been looking for you everywhere. A lot of things are pending your supervision. Hurry!" When Melinda's assistant saw me, she was greatly relieved.

I pulled myself together. I shouldn't waste my tthinking about Blake. I had to do my job. It was all I had.

I had the urge to call Blake and confront him.

But I didn't want to lose my self-esteem like this. I did not dare to question him, but I could avoid him.

Yet I was obviously absent-minded for the following work.

Melinda cover and asked me, "Cathy, what's wrong? You don't look well. Are you sick?"

I quickly cheered myself up and said, "No. I'm just a little tired."

"Why don't you go to the lounge next door and get srest? I'll help you keep an eye on here." Melinda said with concern.

I looked at Melinda with gratitude and said, "Thank you, Melinda."

Melinda couldn't help but smile, saying, "Stop it. There's no need to thank me. Just go!"

I sat in the lounge, sprawled on the sofa, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.

All the crazy thoughts filled my head, and none of them were about work.

I was so naive and inexperienced. He weaved a beautiful dream, and I fell into it, leaving no way out.

I took two deep breaths. Suddenly, I heard the phone in my purse ring.

My body stiffened, and I quickly sat up straight. I stared at the bag in panic.

Finally, I took my phone out. It was indeed Blake.

The phone rang for a long time. I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear his voice.

I was worried that I would lose my temper, and things would becugly betweenand Blake. Neither of us would cout well.

I held my phone and let it ring. I buried my face in my knees. What should I do?

What should I do?

I thought I was so lucky to find a perfect werewolf like him. We even had a pair of cute and beautiful kids. I thought my life was a fairy tale, and I would live happily forever.

But the truth was so cruel. That woman, Emily, showed up and shattered my fantasy.

My phone rang again, and it was still Blake.

I stared at his name. He was always in my dreams. His ninspired awe and fear, yet I could call it confidently. Also, hearing his nwould makefeel warm.

But now, I just wanted to pretend that I had never seen him, heard of him, or loved him.

I pulled myself together and finally picked up the phone.

"Cathy, have you been busy? You didn't hearwhen I called you," said Blake.

He called my ngently in such a magnetic voice. It was killing me.

"I didn't hear it. It's too noisy here. What's up?" I tried to make myself sound the sas usual, but my voice was still a lot stiff.

"Nothing really. I just want to call you. I know you have been busy recently. I'm calling to see if you're doing alright." Blake chuckled.

"I'm fine. I've got to go. I have a lot on my plate." I hung up the phone.

I threw my phone back into my purse, not wanting to touch it again. I closed my eyes and decided to relax.

Dusk arrived, and it was tto get off work.

Melinda patted my shoulder and said, "Wait for tomorrow's highlight. Everything is ready. Go back early tonight and get srest. You have to be here early tomorrow morning."

"OK. I'm leaving now." I turned and left.

After leaving the company, I suddenly didn't want to go back home, because I didn't want to see Blake now. I drove the car on the road and sped along. The view of Sayreville passing by on both sides of the road calmeddown.

It was not until the sky darkened that I drove back to the lakeside villa.

I got out of the car and entered the parlor with heavy footsteps.

The two kids were not in the parlor. They must have gone upstairs.

At the thought of the kids, I inexplicably quickened my pace. I heard their happy laughter coming from a bathroom on the second floor.

I walked in quickly. Blake, dressed in a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, was sitting by the bathtub as he helped the kids bathe.

His shirt and trousers were stained with a lot of water and were a little wet. His short, carefully groomed black hair was also a bit messy. He was smiling at the kids' laughter.

"Mommy, you're back!" My kids looked atwith their big eyes, smiling.

Then Hedwig catwith a water gun in her hands.

She hit my chest. The slightly warm water wet my thin shirt.

"Hedwig, stop it!" I quickly grabbed my coat tightly to block my already drenched shirt.

However, I still saw a meaningful smile in Blake's deep, obscure eyes.

"Mommy, you are so stingy. Daddy letshoot him with the water gun. How cit is not OK with you?" Hedwig pouted.

Only then did I realize that Blake's shirt was also wet. I snapped, "Hedwig, you're taking a shower. Who said you could play with a water gun? Who bought it for you?"

"Daddy bought it for me!" Hedwig quickly lowered her head, looking pitiful, feeling that she had made a mistake.

Blake stood up. His tall body made the entire bathroom a little narrow. He walked over and looked at me. He whispered, "Don't scold her. I gave her the water gun. If she wants to play with it, let her."

I raised my head and glared at him with sresentment before turning around to leave.

I returned to my room. As soon as I entered the door, I regretted it. I was in a bad mood. Why would I take it out on my daughter?

The person I was angry at was Blake. I shouldn't have scolded Hedwig.

Meanwhile, there was a knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open.

Hedwig, dressed in her pajamas, stood at the door. Then she rushed over and hugged me. "Mommy, are you angry?"

I squatted down and buried my face in Hedwig's shoulder, saying in a muffled voice, "I am not angry, but don't play with it next time, OK?"

"OK! Hedwig won't play with it anymore!" Hedwig giggled.

I stroked her hair and said, "Alright. Why don't you go to bed first? Mommy's shirt is wet, so I am going to take a bath now."

"Sure, mommy!" Hedwig obediently climbed onto the bed and lay down.

I looked at her, and the anger in my heart gradually vanished.

I really needed to control my temper.