All Her Secrets

It was supposed to be a simple meal of barbecue. However, due to the appearance of Branden and Triston at the venue, the atmosphere at the dinner table became incredibly creepy.

Branden did not eat much himself. Occasionally, he would take some food and put it on Catherine’s plate. He did this so naturally as if they were an old couple.

Triston felt a little jealous. He had known Branden for so many years. However, the latter had never taken the initiative to pour him a glass of wine, let alone take food for him.

He felt crushed!

Bryan felt very uncomfortable looking at how Branden was showing his attention to Catherine. He felt that Branden was going to cheat his Boss. “Boss, that is the big bad wolf. Do not be cheated,” he shouted in his heart frantically.

However, the said big bad wolf was his Uncle Branden. He would not dare to challenge Branden, even if he had the guts. And as such, he drank quietly.

David saw that Bryan was not in the right mood. The others were not eating happily, so David. said carefully, “I’m almost done eating. I have not done my homework for the evening, so I shall go first!”

After he finished speaking, the rest also started giving similar reasons.

Branden glanced at Catherine and noticed that she had already stopped eating. He graciously nodded his head and agreed to leave.

When Bryan went to settle the bill, he was informed that Paxton had already done so.

Bryan was so furious that he could not even do better than his Uncle Branden when settling the bill.

But what could be done?

He could only put up with it!

When they reached the door, Branden suddenly stopped and said to Catherine, “Let me send you back.”

His tone carried no doubt as if everything should have been done this way.

However, before Catherine could answer, Bryan suddenly popped up and said, “Boss came on her motorcycle!”

Branden raised his eyebrows and looked toward Catherine, who reached out and pointed to the parking spot on the side.

That black, dazzling Harley-Davidson looked extraordinarily different from the row of luxury cars parked at the side.

soft-looking girl like Catherine would

“That is so cool!”

The expression on his handsome face remained unchanged as he repeated

him from top to bottom with pondering

so he wore what he wore at work. That was a silver- gray suit with a

business car, swirling a

match the motorcycle

the jacket immediately and threw it to Paxton. He unbuttoned the shirt to chest level, looking all evil and handsome with a charismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up above the forearms, exposing his well-toned forearms. The bronzed skin carried a hint of seduction. He turned his head

the key and threw it to Branden. When

now. Catherine could only look down and scold herself

Branden had already ridden the motorcycle

of contradiction, but there was none at

and helped Catherine wear

made Catherine give up

wearing the helmet, Branden patted her head gently. There was a rare tenderness in those breathtaking eyes. Catherine fell deeply and

the motorcycle, subconsciously leaning her hands on the back seat instead of wrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as

Vroom!

sound of the motorcycle was like thunder, and it disappeared

sight of a handsome couple

had been gone for a long time

came back to his senses after a long time. He subconsciously said, “When

had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he showed great intelligence

different life from others even though he was just a few

was still playing football with his companions, Uncle Branden had already started looking at the company’s report. He started following his

he had of his Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous, dignified, and noble image of a

willful and evil side of his Uncle Branden so suddenly had made

“Compared to your Uncle Branden, you are still too young. Your Uncle Branden was the famous god of racing in Casier back

a thing happen?” Bryan

Branden took Catherine through the streets and small alleys on the motorcycle. Catherine could

that the heir of a wealthy family, who sat in the office daily, could ride

Harley-Davidson sped down the

roar of an engine