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.

moment, Catherine suddenly understood why Branden had been acting so strangely today and didn’t even go to the company. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, but

kitchen and looked

those people downstairs sent by

so many Rolls- Royces to pick them up downstairs like this? Catherine

put down the spoon in his hand and turned around to look at Catherine, raising an eyebrow with a hint

to their doorstep to wait for them. It seemed that Karl was

we skip the rolled oats? We still have

the evening, it would still take a two-hour flight

need. It’ll be ready

the cooked rolled oats and placed them in front

a little

Branden didn’t actually

you don’t want to go, just tell

Catherine wasn’t the type to

wouldn’t have

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

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

Watching her retreating figure, Branden remained motionless. He lifted the bowl of

some reason, he felt that the oatmeal in his mouth tasted overly sweet. Karl was getting impatient and was about

beside him, “Go and

a mournful expression as

dare to go, how can I have the courage to

immediately darkened.

go? Is there anything

vaguely visible anger, the butler quickly apologized, “Sorry, sir, it was

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

at the butler.

but to obediently get out of the car, ready to go upstairs. Just as he turned around