My Mate Has Two Wolves (Blake and Catherine) novel Chapter 18

Catherine's POV

Perhaps what I had said got on Blake's nerves, and he instantly shot me a cold glance.

His voice was icy. "I don't owe anyone an explanation."

"Really? You look like you're talking big," I said in disbelief.

"Listen, Catherine. If you still want to see the kids, you'd better be reserved," Blake warned.

I sneered in my heart. The kids were the only thing that he could use to threaten me.

"The children are mine. They only belong to me. Don't you dare take them away from me!"

I didn't know how many times I had said this to Blake today. But even so, I still felt that this bastard didn't take it seriously.

Blake snorted in disdain and turned around to walk forward with his long legs.

As I got no response from him, I flew into a rage and caught up with him.

I reached out to stop him and said, "Blake, listen to me carefully. I brought the kids up. Other than me, they won't get close to any strangers, even if you are the King. You'd better stop trying."

Blake simply replied, "Don't forget that I'm their daddy. Blood is thicker than water."

Why was he so confident?

"Apart from the sperm, what have you done for the kids?" I said through gritted teeth and glared at him.

"You are the noisiest woman I've ever seen." Blake moved around me and went straight ahead with an impatient look on his face.

This was the first time I had been said to be a noisy woman, but how could I remain silent?

I was going to lose my kids.

While we were walking forward, I had been looking for an opportunity to negotiate with Blake, but he just ignored me.

My throat became dry, and I didn't have the strength to quarrel with him. Thus, I could only give up.

"Where are the kids? Tell me!"

I walked around the villa with Blake for a while, but I still didn't see Noah and Hedwig. I wondered if Blake was lying to me.

Suddenly, Blake stopped and closed his mouth, looking like he was listening to someone.

I knew he was at Mind-Link.

A minute later, he recovered his usual look. I took two steps forward and asked, "Where is Hedwig?"

Blake didn't answer but went up the marble steps to the third floor.

I followed him to the terrace on the third floor.

Blake walked forward and rested his arms on the railing, his eyes fixed on the shiny lake at the foot of the mountain.

The indifference in his eyes was replaced by softness and affection.

He pointed at the beach with his slender finger and said, "See? She's playing there!"

I heard his words and instinctively rushed over. In fright, I tightly grabbed the railing in front of me.

I looked over and saw a man-made beach near the lake at the foot of the mountain. A small figure was running back and forth on the sand.

"Why did you take her to the lake? Don't you know that the temperature is low near lakes in this season? Hedwig will catch a cold."

Because I was in a bad mood at the beginning of my pregnancy and my life wasn't stable, Hedwig was weaker than Noah when she was born.

"She is gonna be okay, right?"

Blake, who had been confident in everything and could always keep his head, showed a trace of uncertainty in his eyes when faced with my question.

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