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.

and didn’t even go to the company. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go,

walked to the kitchen and looked at Branden

people downstairs sent by your

pick them up downstairs like

to look at Catherine, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness in his

to their doorstep to wait for them. It seemed that Karl was worried that Branden would go back

the rolled oats? We still have to

place in the evening, it would still take a two-hour

It’ll be ready soon.

out the cooked rolled oats

little hot. Be

didn’t actually

quietly eating her oatmeal, Branden casually started a conversation. “If you don’t want to go, just tell me. Don’t worry about

of Karl’s trip today, he knew very well that Catherine wasn’t the type to join

that, Karl wouldn’t have resorted to such measures to

a meal, and Catherine didn’t think it was a big deal. It was Branden who was overly considerate of her

kindness. “Just tell me when it’s time to

and walked away. Watching her retreating figure, Branden remained motionless. He lifted the bowl of oatmeal and took

Karl was getting impatient and was about to get out of the car, but thinking about Branden’s temper, he

instructed the butler beside him,

expression as he looked at

don’t dare to go, how can I have the

face immediately darkened.

to go? Is there anything in this world that I’m afraid

apologized, “Sorry, sir, it was my

help but suppress a laugh in his heart. If Karl wasn’t afraid, why would he ask him

glared at the butler. “Do it

to go upstairs. Just as he