All Her Secrets

The next day at noon, Catherine woke up and saw Branden sitting at the end of the bed, working on his computer. Judging by his appearance, he had been sitting there for quite some time.

Catherine groggily got up and sat upright on the bed. Branden, noticing that Catherine was awake, looked up at her.

His voice was so gentle as he asked, ” Would you like some water?”

Catherine weakly nodded, her eyes still closed. Branden picked up the glass of warm water he had prepared and handed it to Catherine.

The warm water instantly warmed her whole body, and Catherine slowly woke up. She leaned against Branden’s chest, her posture extremely comfortable, with a contented look on her face.

“Aren’t you going to the office today?”

Catherine remembered clearly hearing Paxton say yesterday that there were a lot of documents piling up at the company that Branden needed to sign. She originally thought Branden would be at the office, but she didn’t expect him to stay and work at home.

In response to Catherine’s question, a rare expression of helplessness appeared on Branden’s face. This expression surprised Catherine a bit. It was the first time she had seen Branden show such a look.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Get up. I’ll make you some oatmeal. Rolled oats, okay?”

Catherine didn’t like oatmeal, but she had low blood sugar.

In addition to providing Catherine with the sugar from fruits on a daily basis, Branden would also specially prepare some sweet oatmeal for her.

Catherine originally didn’t like this kind of sweet oatmeal, but Branden always managed to make it to her liking. After eating it a few times, Catherine got used to it.

While Branden went to prepare rolled oats, Catherine lazily got out of bed and wandered around the living room with nothing to do. Her natural sensitivity made her notice something was wrong, so she walked to the balcony and looked down.

A row of black cars parked downstairs greeted her eyes, all Rolls-Royces, looking majestic and imposing.

Branden had been acting so strangely today and didn’t even go to the company. It wasn’t that he didn’t

the kitchen and looked at Branden who was busy

those people downstairs sent by

up downstairs like this? Catherine couldn’t think of

in his hand and turned around to look at Catherine, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness in

help but smile. They had even come to their doorstep to wait for them. It seemed that

rolled oats? We still have to go to Loxton, don’t

banquet usually took place in the evening, it would still take a two-hour flight from Casier

be ready

out the cooked rolled oats

a little hot. Be

Branden didn’t actually like sweet food, but he was forced to eat a little bit each time just

conversation. “If you don’t want to go, just tell me. Don’t worry

today, he knew very well that Catherine wasn’t the type to

have resorted to such

it was a big deal. It was Branden

“Just tell me

the table and walked away. Watching her retreating figure,

oatmeal in his mouth tasted overly sweet. Karl was getting impatient and

butler beside him, “Go and check why they haven’t come

a mournful expression as he

go, how can I

immediately

do you mean I don’t dare to go? Is there

quickly apologized, “Sorry, sir, it was

a laugh in his heart. If Karl wasn’t afraid,

the

but to obediently get out of the car, ready to go upstairs. Just as he turned around and looked up, he saw the persons he wanted to