Catherine's POV
I took a few sips of the hot drink. It tasted good.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Blake came in. He looked at me with a smile on his face and walked toward me.
I stood up, and in the next second, he pulled me into his arms.
His smell was so familiar, and it made me want to stay in his arms. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment quietly.
"You never came to visit me here," Blake complained as if he felt hurt because of this.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud and didn't know what to say.
"I know you are busy and I don't want to disturb you!" I comforted him. If there was anything that I needed to discuss with him, I could always leave it till night when he got back home.
"I don't care. You simply don't care about me that much!" Blake complained.
"Of course, I care about you. That's why I married you."