He was her immediate superior, and also the target of her lifetime mission to protect. He was also a teacher and a friend.

However, these were not what she wanted, and what she really wanted, she never dared to say it out loud.

Even if she said it, it would not change anything.

It was better not to say it.

At first, she was jealous of Luo Anning. A woman who suddenly broke into their world, what right did she have to take away all his attention.

What right did she have to be taken care of by him, or even help for free.

She even had the selfish fantasy that tranquility was not as innocent as she appeared to be, that she might be a spy sent by a certain country to assassinate Christine.

Reality is often cruel, it will give you the most fatal blow when you most expect it.

It will shatter all your beliefs and expectations, never to be pieced together again.

As each investigation went deeper, she learned why that woman had suffered so much, and why her eyes were still clear at the beginning.

People are all emotional creatures. Once they find common ground in someone, good feelings will quietly arise.

A person who can come out as a killer and live a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife is not a child from a happy family.

And she had discovered the same pathetic Luo Anning. At this point, she could no longer hate her.

Because they were in the same boat, she could empathize with her.

Even though Luo Anning was not as miserable as her, and was even luckier than her, it was not an easy thing to hate someone who was not that annoying.

The inner line rang, and it was especially abrupt in this small quiet space.

Catherine’s eyes flashed. She finished the wine in her glass in one gulp and turned around to walk towards the bedside cabinet.

Her footsteps were a little unsteady. Along the way, she kicked a few empty wine bottles, and the wine bottles fell on the carpet, making a deep muffled sound.

“Hey.”Even though she was slightly tipsy, her voice was still cold.

“Come to my bedroom.”The rain outside was majestic and thunderous, but his magnetic voice was so clear that it entered her ears.

Catherine had always known that she was a voice addict. She was never immune to Christine’s voice.

At this time, if she went to his bedroom, what else could she do other than sleep. What else could she do in bed?

Without answering, she hung up the phone. Catherine staggered back to the French window and poured the wine into her mouth. She drank too quickly, and the red wine flowed down her chin into her collarbone and finally into her chest..

“Cough cough… cough cough cough…”Catherine threw away the wine bottle in her hand and choked on it.

How could she forget that other than being his inseparable subordinate, she was also his bed. Where was her companion.

She helped him solve his physiological needs and was always available. She had never disobeyed his orders.

But what should she do? Today, she wanted to disobey him just once. In the past ten years, from a young girl to 28 years old, he was the only man she had..

She suddenly wanted to know what would happen to him if he did not have her as his bed partner?

Would he go out to look for her or go out to look for her?

He was obsessed with cleanliness in bed. If he went out to look for her, he would probably find a clean girl who had not had sex with him?

With him, he could have as many girls as he wanted. He would never lack such girls

His own grandfather begged him to return to Rong mansion to acknowledge his ancestors and return to his family. He did not agree. Luo Anning came forward to persuade him. He did not hesitate to agree.

What else did she have to say?

Everything was already so obvious, why should she deceive herself and live in a self-made fantasy world.