All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 935 PutDown! Late at night, Aaron sat alone under a tree in the courtyard, feeling the gentle breeze. Despite the chirping of birds and insects around him, he felt lonely. Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, he let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him. Looking up at the sky, he slowly said, "Put the coffee there. There's no rush to drink it." "It's getting late. Drinking coffee is bad for your sleep!" The voice was low and indifferent.

Aaron felt a chill run through him as if he were in a dream. He couldn't believe the voice he had just heard. Not hearing any sound behind him, he anxiously turned around, only to see Rylan standing behind him. At that moment, Aaron couldn't even blink.

Rylan carefully examined him, observing his gray hair, and finally said, “Grandpa!" It wasn't a dream. Aaron quickly composed himself, replacing his surprised expression with a stern look. "What are you doing here? Didn't we cut off contact? Who allowed you to cin?" Rylan knew his grandfather well. Despite his old age, he had a stubborn and harsh temperament. Rylan knew that even though Aaron wanted him here, he would say the harshest words.

"If you're so unwilling to havehere, why let Catherine know about our relationship?" Rylan asked.

Aaron was left speechless by this simple statement. The atmosphere becthick with tension, with Aaron wearing a stern expression and remaining silent.

Knowing Aaron's stubborn nature, Rylan had to speak up. Otherwise, today would end in disappointment. " I'm a little hungry." Aaron, who had been somewhat irritated, immediately said, "Have meals on time. Aren't you afraid of having a stomachache? Wait forhere," After scolding him, Aaron stood up and hurried off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Catherine felt so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. As she prepared to get out of the car, Branden leaned down and, with powerful arms, lifted her up.

Despite being lifted, Catherine felt puzzled. "Putdown. We're not hyet. Stop messing around!" Branden held her tightly, careful not to exert any force in case she got hurt." I'm not messing around. If you're tired, I'll carry you upstairs." Despite his concern for her fatigue, Catherine insisted, "No need. I can walk. I'm not that tired yet." Despite her protests, Branden showed no intention of putting her down. He carried her to the living room sofa, where he carefully put her down and helped her change into slippers, tidying up her belongings.

"Are you going to bed directly? Should I get you swater?" he asked.

Faced with his attentive care, Catherine couldn't help but laugh. "If you've really done something wrong, why not just say it? With such attentive service, I might forgive you." Branden paused for a moment, surprised by her misunderstanding. He reached out and lightly pinched her nose. "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to rest, lie down and play games. If you get tired, call me. I'll be in the study." "Okay," Catherine responded, thinking that Branden finally left her alone. However, he turned towards the kitchen and brought out a plate of assorted fruits, placing it in front of her.

He looked at her furrowed brow and said, "Pick what you like. I'll finish the rest." Catherine thought about reprimanding him for wasting food, but now that he had offered a solution, she fell silent.

Branden finally went to the study. Catherine looked at the assortment of fruits and snacks on the table and couldn't help but smile. Sometimes she wondered if he was treating her as his daughter.

The gwas too boring, and Catherine had no interest in playing. She received a call from Withal and walked to her room. "What's up?" she asked.

"Catherine, we staged a big show today, and they should have fallen for it. They implanted a listening chip in Ronin, so they can hear everything we say." "Got it. Keep going," Catherine replied coldly.

"Catherine, we need to ask for Wantel's help. How should we contact him?” Withal wasn't inquiring about Wantel's whereabouts, knowing that Catherine had sent him on a mission. However, each of them had different abilities, and he needed Wantel's help. "Contact Ronin."

Upon hearing Catherine's response, Withal was somewhat surprised.

"Does Ronin know?" "Yes," Catherine net: replied softly and then let out a yawn.

Her tendency to feel drowsy had been getting worse lately. Thomas said it was due to her previous serious injury, making her easily fatigued.

Upon hearing her yawn, Withal felt a pang of concern. He had heard that Catherine had he had been pushing herself, handling their affairs while conducting experiments, which took a toll on her health. "Catherine, if you're too tired, rest. Leave the rest toand Ronin." "Sure," Catherine replied before hanging up the phone and heading toward the bathroom.

As she entered, she was stunned. It had been completely transformed. The floor was covered with non-slip mats, and various shelves were filled with all sorts of items.

"What's he up to?" Catherine wondered, turning to see Brandem approaching the bathroom. Catherine raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to explain the room's decorations. Branden rolled up his sleeve, showing his bruised elbow to Catherine. "I slipped this morning. I was worried you might slip as well, so I got these non-slip mats." Catherine appeared a little surprised. Branden blinked and asked, "You don't like them? Should I change them?" "No need," Catherine said before heading back into the bathroom.

Branden stood at the door. As he looked at the bruise on his elbow, a smile spread across his face. Paxton's punch hadn't been in vain.

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