All Her Secrets

Catherine woke up and stood in front of the mirror, sighing as she looked at the red marks on her neck. Even though Branden had shown restraint, the red marks were still visible.

Last night, she returned to the apartment with Branden. Knowing that she had been busy with laboratory work lately, Branden made her a cup of warm milk, intending for her to rest.

However, she, for sreason, decided to seduce him. But how could Branden resist her teasing? He pounced on her immediately, and the two shared a night of passion. She ended up sleeping in today.

Branden entered the bathroom and found Catherine standing in front of the mirror in a daze. He walked up slowly, embraced her from behind, and rested his head on her shoulder. " Feeling uncomfortable?" he softly asked.

Catherine returned to her senses, her wandering thoughts brought back. She gazed gently through the mirror at the man. Half-closing her eyes, she lazily responded to Branden's question, "No. Just sleepy." Despite Branden's suggestion for her to sleep a bit more, Catherine declined.

Branden anticipated her response. He knew Catherine's nature. Once she decided on something, her plans wouldn't easily change.

While Catherine was washing up, Branden attentively unbuttoned her sleepwear from behind and changed the clothes she would wear today. Catherine remained like a puppet throughout, letting Branden take care of everything.

In the apartment, there was a room transformed into Catherine's dressing room. Branden regularly added various accessories and clothes, but Catherine rarely went in.

Whenever she needed to dress, Branden would choose and present the clothes to her. Her clothing requirements were simple, emphasizing comfort and warmth. Apart from these, it was up to Branden's mood to decide.

Catherine, paired with a light yellow coat. Unlike the usual black and white, the

her breakfast. Branden, on the other hand,

sunlight streamed through the glass window,

to ignore it, unable to disregard it. She raised her eyes and met Branden's gaze with

it took for him to suppress his

loved freedom and disliked being restrained. Yet, she was too splendid, too beautiful -compelling enough to make one want to hide her away in a place outsiders could never reach. He just wanted to have her all

milk, Catherine put down

naturally took the cup and turned to walk into the kitchen, and when

two walked out of the apartment like an ordinary

the car door for her. She had been quite conspicuous at school recently, and though she wasn't afraid of the curious glances, she preferred to

if captured, it could stir up

to the laboratory but went back to the dormitory first. Hearing the door opening, Amelia peered out. "Bella..." Mid-sentence, she swallowed her words. She had expected Isabella to return, not Catherine. "Super Catherine, why are you back? I thought you would go straight to the lab." "I returned for sdocument." Catherine walked directly to her bed after speaking. Once she got what she needed, she was ready to leave. Turning around, she noticed Amelia standing

sit. "If you have something to say, just go ahead."

something I'm not sure if I should mention,"

strange incident I witnessed while cleaning the

she feared being labeled as superstitious or irrational