My Mate Has Two Wolves

Chapter 236

Third person's POV

"Patricia, do I look pretty or not? Come on! Tell me." Hedwig pouted as if she would cry immediately if Patricia said otherwise.

Patricia propped herself up on the bed beside her. She held her waist with one hand and continued to laugh. "Hedwig, who taught you this?"

Hedwig said confidently, "Kids on TV do what their mommies do. Don't I look pretty?"

Patricia walked quickly over and crouched down. Then she carefully removed, one by one, the diamond necklaces that Hedwig wore around her neck. Patricia said, "It seems that your daddy sure did buy a lot of jewelry for your mommy. They've just started dating and he's already bought her so much jewelry! Why are you wearing all of them on your neck?"

"I like shiny things. They are so beautiful. When I grow up, I want daddy to buy me necklaces too. I want many!" Hedwig said loudly.

Patricia nodded and said, "OK! Sure! When you are old enough to wear them, you can ask your daddy to buy you as many as you want. I'm sure he will buy anything you want."

"Really? Did daddy ever buy you any jewelry?" Hedwig asked curiously.

Patricia paused while holding the jewelry, and she said madly, "Well, he never bought any for me! What a terrible son! He only buys them for the girls he loves! But not me. And I'm his grandma! I'm gonna talk to him someday!"

"Patricia, don't be mad. When daddy gets back, I will ask him to buy you some. I will ask him to buy you many, many pieces of jewelry!" Hedwig tried to comfort Patricia, looking like a grown-up.

Patricia was touched. She rubbed Hedwig's head and said happily, "Hedwig, you are a great child. You have been very kind to me at such a young age. I am glad to be your grandma!"

Hedwig pouted and kissed Patricia on the face. Patricia got even happier.

After removing all the jewels that Hedwig wore, Patricia felt a headache as she looked at the pile. Patricia said, "I guess we have to wait till your mommy gets home. I no longer have good eyesight. I don't want to break any of these."

Hedwig looked at the messy jewelry and asked in concern, "Patricia, will mommy be mad at me after she gets back and sees these?"

Patricia held her tenderly. "Don't worry. She won't because you are adorable and she loves you!"

"I just wanted to look prettier. I didn't mean to make a mess." Hedwig bowed her head and clasped her hands as if she knew that she had made a mistake.

Patricia comforted Hedwig, "There, there. Don't worry. You can tell her that I did it. She won't be mad at me."

"Patricia, you are the best. But mommy always tells me to be brave and admit if I make a mistake. So, if she's mad at me, that's fine. I will be OK after crying for a while." Hedwig was a good girl and wouldn't let Patricia take the blame for her.

Patricia was glad to hear it. She approved of Catherine's parenting since Hedwig had learned to admit her mistakes at such a young age. Patricia nodded silently to herself.

"Alright then. I'll put them back in the drawer." Patricia placed the jewelry in a box and opened the drawer. Then she noticed something in the drawer. It was an obsidian necklace.

She quickly picked it up and put it under the light for a closer look. She mumbled to herself, "I've seen this before. But where exactly? I can't remember..."

Hedwig couldn't help but ask curiously, "Patricia, what's wrong? That's my mommy's necklace. But, I don't think it's pretty!"

"Your mommy's?" Patricia frowned.

"Yes! She told me that my grandparents gave it to her. She loves it very much!" Hedwig said loudly.

After listening to Hedwig, Patricia smiled and said, "I see. Since it's so precious, we should keep it in a safe place. You shouldn't play with it anymore, OK?"

"OK, I get it, Patricia. I won't do that again." Hedwig nodded sweetly.

Patricia sighed and looked at the necklace in her hand again. She frowned and said, "I have seen it before. I'm sure of that. Why can't I remember?"

Catherine's POV

Blake and I finished dinner in the restaurant, and we walked out the door together.

We didn't talk while walking together toward the elevator.

Ever since I sorted myself out with Penelope's help, Blake had always hoped that we could be more intimate.

I always knew what he wanted. Before, I was a bit resistant to it. But now, I somehow expected it.

There were only the two of us in the elevator.

Blake reached out and gently pressed me against the elevator wall. He asked me in a low voice, "Are you sure about this?" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I looked up at him. Then I smiled and said, "You've asked me many times!"

Blake said, "I just don't want you to get hurt again."

I pursed my lips. "I'm not that fragile. Don't worry so much, OK?"

His thin lips immediately curved. "Are you saying that I don't have to be so gentle to you later?"

I was amused by his words and chuckled. I reached out and punched his chest. "Stop that!"

Soon enough, we were standing in front of the hotel room.

Blake took out a room card.

I stared at him suspiciously. "Where did you get the room card? I didn't see you go get it. Or, you prepared for it long ago, right? Do you come here often?"

Blake explained, "This hotel is my property. I'm the only one who can stay in this suite. Got it?"

I smiled a little awkwardly. Blake pulled me into the room, and then he picked up the bathrobe and walked into the bathroom.

I peeped in the direction he was going. Then I got up and went to an aerial terrace adjoining the room. From where I stood, I had a fine view of the city at night. It was so beautiful and spectacular.

The cold breeze blew on my face, but I felt hot inside.

I turned back and stared at the bathroom. For the first time, I had a strange feeling flowing in my body.

My wolf woke up. I could feel that she was also excited right now.

"Eva, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I have a feeling. Catherine, our mate is approaching," Eva said excitedly.

I looked around. I was on the top floor of the hotel, and Blake, in the bathroom, was the only one with me here.

"Maybe you got it wrong," I shrugged and said to Eva.

Ever since my return to Sayreville, Eva had told me more than once that our mate was about to appear. She had repeated it so many times that I was a little incredulous now.