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.

suddenly understood why Branden had been acting so strangely today and didn’t even go to

the kitchen and looked at Branden who

those people downstairs sent by

Rolls- Royces to pick them up downstairs like this? Catherine couldn’t think

to look at Catherine, raising an

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

rolled oats? We still have

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

need. It’ll be ready soon. Take your

cooked rolled oats

a little hot. Be

bowl and handed it to him. Branden didn’t actually like sweet food, but he was forced to eat a little bit each

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

Catherine wasn’t the type to join

Karl wouldn’t have resorted

big deal. It

“Just tell me

the table and walked away. Watching her retreating

felt that the oatmeal in his mouth tasted overly sweet. Karl was getting impatient and was about to get out of the car, but thinking

butler beside him, “Go

expression as he looked at

you don’t dare to go, how can I have the courage

face immediately

go? Is there anything in

quickly apologized,

in his heart. If Karl wasn’t afraid, why would he ask him

the butler.

had no choice but to obediently get out of the car, ready to go upstairs. Just as he turned