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.

Catherine would take

“That is so cool!”

his eyebrows and looked at Catherine. The expression on his handsome face remained unchanged as he repeated

him from top

he wore what he wore at work. That was a silver- gray suit with a slim-fitting black

swirling a glass of red wine, and looking at all

match the motorcycle

handsome with a charismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up above the forearms, exposing his well-toned forearms. The bronzed

moment, Catherine felt her mind go blank. Then, she took out the key and threw it to Branden. When she realized it,

too late to refuse now. Catherine could only look down and scold herself quietly. “Lust makes you

ridden the

thought there would be a sense of contradiction, but

and

eyes made Catherine give

the helmet, Branden patted her head gently. There was a rare tenderness in those breathtaking eyes.

her hands on the back seat instead of wrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as if she was trying to

Vroom!

sound of the motorcycle was like thunder, and it disappeared in front

sight of a handsome couple was a

had been gone for a

to his senses after a long time. He subconsciously

him, the family had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he

others even though he was just a few years older

already started looking at the

of his Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous,

evil side of his Uncle Branden so suddenly had made him a little

Triston sighed slowly. He reached out, patted Bryan’s shoulder, and sighed again. “Compared to your Uncle Branden, you are still too young. Your Uncle Branden was the famous god of racing in Casier back then. His

such a thing happen?” Bryan

through the streets and small alleys

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

Harley-Davidson sped

roar of an engine