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.

the usual black and white, the bright colors complemented Catherine's naturally perfect skin, making her look

and leisurely ate her breakfast. Branden, on the other hand, held a cup of

window, casting a radiant glow on

met Branden's gaze with a warning,

never understand how much effort it took for him to

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

milk, Catherine put down the cup and

cup and turned to walk into the kitchen, and

his coat and looked at her tenderly. “Let's go. I'll drive you to school." The two walked out of the apartment like

car stopped at the school gate, and Catherine didn't let Branden open the car door for her. She had been quite conspicuous at school recently, and though she wasn't afraid of the curious glances, she

captured, it could stir up a buzz on the school forum for a few

"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,

contact, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated, Catherine placed the documents down and pulled out a chair to sit. "If you have something to say, just go ahead." Deep down, Amelia admired Catherine once again. "Super Catherine indeed lived up to her title. She could always effortlessly grasp what was on

sure if I should mention,"

want to say something, doesn't it?" Catherine analyzed calmly. After careful consideration, Amelia found ssense in Catherine's words and continued, “Super Catherine, there's a strange incident I witnessed while cleaning the lab a couple of days ago. I can't help but feel our lab might be haunted." Amelia then explained the specific details, genuinely suspecting she had

feared being labeled as superstitious or irrational