All Her Secrets by Chestnut

Chapter 504 The Welcoming Gift

The next day at noon, Catherine woke up and saw Branden sitting at the end of the bed, working on his computer. Judging by his appearance, he had been sitting there for quite some time.

Catherine groggily got up and sat upright on the bed. Branden, noticing that Catherine was awake, looked up at her.

His voice was so gentle as he asked, ” Would you like some water?”

Catherine weakly nodded, her eyes still closed. Branden picked up the glass of warm water he had prepared and handed it to Catherine.

The warm water instantly warmed her whole body, and Catherine slowly woke up. She leaned against Branden’s chest, her posture extremely comfortable, with a contented look on her face.

“Aren’t you going to the office today?”

Catherine remembered clearly hearing Paxton say yesterday that there were a lot of documents piling up at the company that Branden needed to sign. She originally thought Branden would be at the office, but she didn’t expect him to stay and work at home.

In response to Catherine’s question, a rare expression of helplessness appeared on Branden’s face. This expression surprised Catherine a bit. It was the first time she had seen Branden show such a look.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Get up. I’ll make you some oatmeal. Rolled oats, okay?”

Catherine didn’t like oatmeal, but she had low blood sugar.

In addition to providing Catherine with the sugar from fruits on a daily basis, Branden would also specially prepare some sweet oatmeal for her.

Catherine originally didn’t like this kind of sweet oatmeal, but Branden always managed to make it to her liking. After eating it a few times, Catherine got used to it.

While Branden went to prepare rolled oats, Catherine lazily got out of bed and wandered around the living room with nothing to do. Her natural sensitivity made her notice something was wrong, so she walked to the balcony and looked down.

A row of black cars parked downstairs greeted her eyes, all Rolls-Royces, looking majestic and imposing.

At that moment, Catherine suddenly understood why Branden had been acting so strangely today and didn’t even go to the company. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, but that he couldn’t.

She walked to the kitchen and looked at Branden who was busy cooking.

“Are those people downstairs sent by your grandfather?”

Who could arrange for so many Rolls- Royces to pick them up downstairs like this? Catherine couldn’t think of anyone other than Karl.

Branden put down the spoon in his hand and turned around to look at Catherine, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Sensing Branden’s helplessness, Catherine couldn’t help but smile. They had even come to their doorstep to wait for them. It seemed that Karl was worried that Branden would go back on his word.

“How about we skip the rolled oats? We still have to go to Loxton, don’t we?”

Although the banquet usually took place in the evening, it would still take a two-hour flight from Casier to Loxton.

“No need. It’ll be ready soon. Take your time!”

Branden brought out the cooked rolled oats and placed them in front of Catherine.

“It’s a little hot. Be careful.”

Catherine knew that he hadn’t eaten yet, so she filled a bowl and handed it to him. Branden didn’t actually like sweet food, but he was forced to eat a little bit each time just to accompany Catherine.

Seeing Catherine quietly eating her oatmeal, Branden casually started a conversation. “If you don’t want to go, just tell me. Don’t worry about my grandpa.”

Although Branden didn’t know the purpose of Karl’s trip today, he knew very well that Catherine wasn’t the type to join in the crowd. She always kept her distance from such gatherings.

If it weren’t for that, Karl wouldn’t have resorted to such measures to pick them up.

But then again, it was just a meal, and Catherine didn’t think it was a big deal. It was Branden who was overly considerate of her emotions and seemed a bit hesitant.

“No need!” Catherine casually declined Branden’s kindness. “Just tell me when it’s time to leave!”

After saying that, Catherine placed the empty bowl on the table and walked away. Watching her retreating figure, Branden remained motionless. He lifted the bowl of oatmeal and took another sip.

For some reason, he felt that the oatmeal in his mouth tasted overly sweet. Karl was getting impatient and was about to get out of the car, but thinking about Branden’s temper, he sat back down.