Catherine's POV
Hearing what Blake said, I immediately felt that he was right, and I might have been a little too hasty. I shouldn't have gotten angry.
"OK. Then go ahead and drive." I stopped struggling and sat back in my seat. I wanted to know how he would confront Emily.
Blake nodded and started the car.
After the car arrived at the headquarters, Blake held my hand and stepped into the hall.
I awkwardly followed by his side, lowering my eyes and not looking at the countless surprised gazes.
Although I was getting more and more accustomed to being held by him and being looked at, his feelings for me still made me panic and at a loss.
The elevator reached the floor. We passed through the bright, long corridor and arrived at Blake's private lounge.
As soon as Blake and I came in, Henry hurried over to report, "King Blake, Emily is downstairs. She said you asked her to come over."