Chapter 935 Put Me Down!
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, âPut the coffee there. Thereâs no rush to drink it.â
âItâs getting late. Drinking coffee is bad for your sleep!â The voice was low and indifferent.
Aaron felt a chill run through him as if he were in a dream. He couldnât 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 couldnât even blink.
Rylan carefully examined him, observing his gray hair, and finally said, âGrandpa!â
It wasnât a dream. Aaron quickly composed himself, replacing his surprised expression with a stern look. âWhat are you doing here? Didnât we cut off contact? Who allowed you to come in?â
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.
âIf youâre so unwilling to have me here, why let Catherine know about our relationship?â Rylan asked.
Aaron was left speechless by this simple statement. The atmosphere became thick with tension, with Aaron wearing a stern expression and remaining silent.
Knowing Aaronâs stubborn nature, Rylan had to speak up. Otherwise, today would end in disappointment. â Iâm a little hungry.â
Aaron, who had been somewhat irritated, immediately said, âHave meals on time. Arenât you afraid of having a stomachache? Wait for me here,â 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. âPut me down. Weâre not home yet. Stop messing around!â
Branden held her tightly, careful not to exert any force in case she got hurt. â Iâm not messing around. If youâre tired, Iâll carry you upstairs.â
Despite his concern for her fatigue, Catherine insisted, âNo need. I can walk. Iâm not that tired yet.â
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.
âAre you going to bed directly? Should I get you some water?â he asked.
Faced with his attentive care, Catherine couldnât help but laugh. âIf youâve really done something wrong, why not just say it? With such attentive service, I might forgive you.â
Branden paused for a moment, surprised by her misunderstanding. He reached out and lightly pinched her nose. âStop talking nonsense. If you donât want to rest, lie down and play games. If you get tired, call me. Iâll be in the study.â
âOkay,â 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, âPick what you like. Iâll finish the rest.â
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 couldnât help but smile. Sometimes she wondered if he was treating her as his daughter.
The game was too boring, and Catherine had no interest in playing. She received a call from Withal and walked to her room. âWhatâs up?â she asked.
âCatherine, 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.â
âGot it. Keep going,â Catherine replied coldly.
âCatherine, we need to ask for Wantelâs help. How should we contact him?â
Withal wasnât inquiring about Wantelâs whereabouts, knowing that Catherine had sent him on a mission. However, each of them had different abilities, and he needed Wantelâs help. âContact Ronin.â
Upon hearing Catherineâs response, Withal was somewhat surprised. âDoes Ronin know?â âYes,â Catherine 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 been pushing herself, handling their affairs while conducting experiments, which took a toll on her health.
âCatherine, if youâre too tired, rest. Leave the rest to me and Ronin.â
âSure,â 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.
âWhatâs he up to?â Catherine wondered, turning to see Branden approaching the bathroom. Catherine raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to explain the roomâs decorations.
Branden rolled up his sleeve, showing his bruised elbow to Catherine. âI slipped this morning. I was worried you might slip as well, so I got these non- slip mats.â
Catherine appeared a little surprised. Branden blinked and asked, âYou donât like them? Should I change them?â
âNo need,â 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. Paxtonâs punch hadnât been in vain.