All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 943 She's Quite Impressive Branden hung up the phone and stepped out of the study, only to find Catherine standing blankly in front of the bathroom, with water droplets still clinging to her hair. Without her usual aloofness, she exuded a touch of homey charm.

"Why didn't you call forearlier?" His voice brought Catherine back from her reverie. She turned with a vacant look, a hint of impatience in her expression and tone.

"I just cout!" she said.

Her cold demeanor didn't faze Branden. After spending so much ttogether, he could read her expressions well. He knew she was tired and a bit impatient.

Grabbing a towel, Branden lifted Catherine and carried her to the bedroom with steady steps. Gently placing her on the bed, he used the towel as a cushion behind her head.” Take a rest. I'll blow-dry your hair," he offered. Catherine was truly exhausted, and Branden's caring behavior wasn't anything new. She accepted it without a second thought.

Her hair wasn't very long, so within less than ten minutes, it was completely dry. Branden skillfully dispensed two pumps of serum, warmed it in his palms, and evenly applied it to Catherine's hair.

After finishing all this, Branden tidied himself before lying next to Catherine, keeping her company as she rested. His hand rested on her flat stomach. Her years of exercise gave her a rare set of abs for a girl. Beneath her flat stomach, however, a new life was taking shape.

He gently caressed her belly, afraid of accidentally hurting her. The lonely and unbearable night becso beautiful with Catherine by his side.

When Catherine woke up, Branden was nowhere to be found in the room. Only a table full of breakfast greeted her, with a wide variety of small portions, perfectly catering to her appetite. She sat down, enjoying the lovely morning and the meal.

Soon, her phone rang. It was Withal calling. She swiped to answer and put it on speaker, too lazy to lift the phone.

"Hey, Catherine, did you forget to check the message I sent you?" Catherine had indeed forgotten, and if it weren't for Withal's reminder, she wouldn't have remembered at all. "I'll check it now," she replied.

Withal was surprised by Catherine's recent forgetfulness but didn't say much, agreeing to call back in a few minutes.

Catherine opened her email and found the message from Withal. It was quite detailed, but luckily, she was a fast reader. In just a few minutes, she went through the ten or so pages of the document.

After finishing her oatmeal, she casually called Withal back. As soon as the call connected, she heard Withal's voice on the other end.

"Catherine, did you go through the documents?" Catherine nodded slightly. "She's quite impressive." "What..." Withal was shocked. He hadn't expected Catherine to make such a comment.

"Catherine, are you sure you read the documents I sent?" "I did, and she's indeed impressive. Did I say something wrong?" The girl's nwas Selene Miller, just returned from Alton after completing her doctorate in artificial intelligence. Her father used to be the driver for the Duncans, specifically responsible for Branden's travel.

"In that case, she could be considered Branden's childhood sweetheart," she commented.

Even though Selene was just a servant, she grew up alongside Branden. Regardless of her social status, she could be seen as his childhood sweetheart.

Withal was speechless. He wondered whether it was a blessing or a curse for Branden to have a girlfriend like Catherine who didn't seem to get jealous. If his beloved woman had reacted so calmly to such a situation, he might have had to seriously consider whether she truly loved him.

"Should I keep an eye on her, Catherine?" Withal inquired.

"Don't bother," Catherine said coldly. She didn't like to fret over uncertainties. If this woman really had something going on with Branden, she could easily find another man.

Finishing her breakfast, Catherine headed to the laboratory. Even though Marshall had told her not to go to the laboratory yesterday, she had nothing else to do at home, so she might as well get swork done there.

To Catherine's surprise, Selene cto her.

"Are you Catherine?" Selene asked, her pretty eyes scanning Catherine from. head to toe, taking in her appearance.

Selene was indeed a beautiful girl, but not quite as arrogant as Catherine had imagined. Instead, she exuded a cold aura.

Catherine gave her a cold look and said in a detached tone, "What do you want?

Selene smiled faintly. "Nothing much.

I just heard about a talented student named Catherine at Styre and wanted to meble University She reached out her hand, smiling brightly, but there was a hint of disdain in her eyes, revealing her true feelings despite her outward appearance. "Hello, I'm Selene Miller, a Ph.D. in artificial technology and biology from Avon University. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Avon University was one of the world's. most renowned universities. The students who graduated from there were among the best and brightest, especially a double major Ph.D., a level of achievement reached by only a few geniuses.

Every tSelene mentioned her devious qualifications, she would receive countless admiring and enviousm looks. She had heard about Catherine's impressive abilities, and she believed in her own capabilities as well. Her credentials were the best proof of that. However, she was disappointed this time. She didn't see any change in Catherine's expression as if Catherine hadn't heard her words at all, which was so frustrating.

"Miss Swann, it seems you're not interested in me," Selene remarked.

"Hmph." Catherine sneered. "Do I know you? Why should I be interested in you?"

This response immediately darkened Selene's expression, but she didn't show it, maintaining her inner pride." In that case won't disturb you, Miss Swann," Selene said, turning to walk away. However, as she took a few steps, she heard Catherine's voice behind her. "Since you're from Avon University's biology department, you should know Professor Bieber, right?" Selene stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Catherine with a smug expression. "Professor Bieber is one of my mentors. Did you want to meet him, Miss Swann?" X