My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

"Yes. I hate him so much that I want to kill him. But I think I hate myself even more. I probably wouldn't

have been able to run away that night, no matter who it was." I felt a bit stiff and cold, and I was

trembling. It took great courage to open up old wounds again.

I chose to forget everything before. I chose to start my life after I had Noah and Hedwig.

I felt happiness only after having them in my life.

"Ms. Wyatt, relax. Can you tell me what your nightmares were like?" Penelope asked me as softly as

she could.

I nodded.

"Sometimes I felt torn apart by an animal, and sometimes I felt trapped in a dark room."

"Be more specific. Have you ever had any sex dreams?"

"Yes ... yes, once."

"Can you see the man's face in the dream?"

"It was very blurry. I couldn't."

Penelope recorded my symptoms. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "Now that you know

it was King Blake, do you hate him?"

My entire body stiffened, and I froze for a long time.

"Do you hate him?" asked Penelope.

"Before, yes, but not anymore." I bit my lips and answered softly.

"Why not?"

I hadn't really thought about it. Now that she asked, I had to confront the question. I answered,

"Because he didn't mean to hurt me. He had no choice. Besides, we have children now. He has been

good to them and me."

"Are you in love with him?" Penelope smiled.

I looked at Penelope and shook my head. "I don't know if it's love. All I can say is that I'm getting along

with him."

"OK. Let's call it a day. Thanks for sharing. You can go back now."

"That's it? I thought I would be treated." I stood up, feeling that this could hardly be called treatment.

Penelope smiled and said, "Therapy is about getting to the root of the problem and dealing with it. It's

different from physical treatment. We can't cure patients with surgery or some medicine. Let's take it

slow. Besides, I don't think you are seriously ill. The only thing you lack is the courage to face yourself.

When you get back, communicate with King Blake more often. Talk to him. Of course, you can also try

to make physical contact with him. For example, hug each other every day, hold each other's hands

more often, and feel the warmth of each other. All of these can be very helpful for your treatment."

"Hug each other every day?" My eyes widened.

"Preferably, yes. Also, anything further than that can be done after a while," said Penelope with a

chuckle.

I secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "I'll try. Thank you, Dr. Cooper. I suddenly found that I felt much better

after talking to you. I have never told anyone about these things before. I didn't want to, and I didn't

dare."

"You've been holding on to your inner fear for so long. That's the root cause of your rejection instinct.

Ms. Wyatt, you strike me as an outgoing person. I don't think you're the autistic kind. I believe you will

be better soon," Penelope said very confidently.

"I hope so. Thank you, Dr. Cooper. See you."

"Bye!"

I sat in the car and looked at the sunlight outside the window. I suddenly realized that my life was so

great, and I should leave the past behind me.

Throwing away the burden and living the simplest and easiest life was one's ultimate dream.

The night fell.

I decided to take some of my work home.

When I stepped into the parlor and saw the two kids jumping up and down, I couldn't help but smile.

"Mommy is back! Yeah!" Hedwig ran over and hugged one of my thighs. "Mommy, don't you need to

work overtime today? You're not going to get home late anymore, are you?"

Hedwig looked at me pitifully. She was an innocent kid, and her mind was filled with fantasies.

"I brought the work back. If you want to see me, just come upstairs. OK?"

"OK. At least I get to see you!" Hedwig nodded.

Noah came over and said seriously, "Mommy, I just found out today that the building we saw when we

first came to Sayreville was daddy's company."

"Really? How did you know that?" I asked with a smile.

"Dowen told me."

I stroked Noah's head and said, "Don't you want to get inside and have a tour? Let your daddy take you

there someday."

"Is it grand?" Noah asked curiously.

"Yes. It is very spectacular." I nodded.

"Then when can I get daddy to take me there? I really want to see his company!" Noah wondered.

"You can ask him when he gets back!" After saying that, I went upstairs with a file bag in my arms.

I sat on the balcony and spread the documents on the glass table. The lights above me were bright,

and I carefully cross-checked the guests who were invited this time.

There were so many names, which made me dazzle. I was at a loss about their arrangements.

Fortunately, I had Melinda. Melinda had already helped me figure out the seating of some of the most

important guests.

Then I began to arrange the seats of the less important guests one by one.

"What are you doing? You're so immersed." As I mumbled the numbers and the names, I heard a low

male voice.

I looked up at once, and I saw Blake standing right in front of me.

"I've been standing here for a minute, yet you still haven't noticed me. When did I become so invisible?"

I quickly sat up straight and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't notice that you were here. Why

didn't you make a sound?"

"I never have to remind anyone of my presence. You are getting bolder." Blake came to me and pulled

a chair over.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You are narcissistic. It's not a good habit. Noah is the same as you now.

He's such a narcissist, though he's just a boy."

"Narcissism comes from confidence and capital. Not everyone has them," Blake said plausibly.

I shrugged. "Fine. Whatever you say. You always have your reasons. Aren't you going downstairs to be

with the kids? I'm busy here."

"What are you doing? Maybe I can help."