My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

I knew Noah was very smart, so I was in a pickle now.

In fact, I enjoyed talking to Noah most of the time. He had his way of thinking. And he could be very

helpful sometimes.

But right now, I was reluctant to tell Noah my thoughts, because Noah was too sensible. I was worried

that the dispute adults had would hurt him.

"Noah, mommy has to work. See? Mommy can't even draw with you standing here," I said, pointing to

my messy painting.

Noah nodded and said, "Well, I will leave you to your work. But if you are treated unfairly, don't clam up.

You can talk to daddy. He will help you feel better."

"It seems that your daddy is omnipotent in your eyes. Do you worship him?"

Noah snorted coldly, "I don't worship him!"

Noah was embarrassed. I laughed even more heartily.

Blake's POV

Around 7:30 pm, I returned to the lakeside villa.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a small pink figure jumping off the sofa and running straight towards me.

"Daddy, daddy..." Hedwig's voice was loud and happy. It was the sound I loved to hear the most every

time I went home.

I held Hedwig in my arms, and I could not help but kiss her face again and again. "Are you still

coughing?"

"A bit!" Hedwig said with a pout, deliberately coughed a few times, and then smiled wickedly. She said,

"Daddy, have I infected you with my cough?"

I shook my head. "Of course not. I won't get sick. Look at how strong I am!"

Hedwig laughed heartily. "Does daddy exercise often? Mommy is not as healthy as you. She used to

be sick."

"Is that so? Then when you catch a cold in the future, be careful not to infect her." Hearing her words, I

felt a little distressed.

"Don't worry, daddy. I know how to take care of mommy. Noah and I are experienced," said Hedwig

with a smile.

I touched her head. "Did you play with Patricia and Emerson today?"

"I did! I just came back from them. Patricia taught me how to sing, and Emerson told me great stories,"

Hedwig told me happily.

I was content when I heard that my kids were having fun with my grandparents.

"Where is mommy?" I asked.

"Upstairs!" Hedwig pointed.

I put Hedwig on the sofa and said softly, "Hedwig, go ahead and play for a while. I'll go upstairs and talk

to your mommy."

"Can't I listen?" Hedwig pouted, a little disappointed.

"No. It's grown-up talk, and it's mostly about work stuff. You won't understand!" I didn't want Hedwig to

hear something she shouldn't hear at her age.

"Alright!" Hedwig sat down reluctantly and continued playing games.

I looked at Hedwig's aggrieved look and couldn't help but chuckle. I turned around and strode upstairs.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw Noah leaning against the stairs with his arms crossed in front of

his chest.

"Daddy..." Noah called out to me. Then he pointed in the direction of the study. "Let's talk!"

The tips of my feet stepping on the stairs could not help but tremble.

What was going on? Why was Noah acting like an adult?

And he wanted to talk to me. What was he up to?

"Something you want to talk to me about?"

I always had to be vigilant whenever I was dealing with Noah. His words never failed to surprise me.

Noah nodded. "Yes. And it's something big!"

Hearing that, I followed him in the direction of the study.

Entering the study, Noah jumped onto the sofa and sat down cross-legged. "Daddy, are you going to

scold my mommy later?"

I was startled and asked curiously, "Why should I scold her?"

"Because she hugged a man today. You're angry, aren't you?" Noah asked directly.

I asked seriously, "Noah, how did you know about this?"

I had already asked someone to delete all the photos online of Catherine and Harley.

However, it was obvious that Noah knew.

"Daddy, are you and mommy going to hide this from me?" Noah was unhappy.

I explained seriously, "It's not like that. It's just that we think it's adult stuff, and it will be inappropriate

for you to know. Does Hedwig know?"

"Hedwig? What else does she know besides eating?" Noah said disapprovingly.

Only then did I relax a little.

"Noah, can you tell me now how you know about this? Did you learn it from Patricia?" I was worried

that Patricia would talk to the kids about these kinds of things. It would affect how the kids saw

Catherine.

"How could it be her? She still treats me like a three-year-old child. I don't dare to let her know how

smart I am, or she will be frightened." Noah looked proud.

"I'm glad that you can think this way. Watch your mouth when you're with Patricia and Emerson, OK?"

"Daddy, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Shouldn't you answer me now? Are you going to quarrel

with my mommy?" Noah circled back to the topic.

I smiled helplessly, "Of course not. I am a man!"

"Really? Aren't you angry that she hugged that man? Aren't you jealous?" Hearing my words, Noah

was instantly happy.

"I'm not angry or jealous. Satisfied?" I finally understood why Noah said that he wanted to talk to me.

He was worried about this. Well, my son was looking out for his parents. Noah was indeed a good son.

"No!" Noah instantly became serious. "Mommy hugged another man. But you are not angry or jealous.

Does that mean you don't love mommy at all?"

I somehow got the feeling that no answer could make Noah happy.

"Noah, your mommy had already explained this to me at noon today. That's why I am not angry. OK?" I

didn't want Noah to continue to worry, so I told him the truth.

"I see!" Noah muttered. "Why didn't Mommy tell me just now? It's so strange."