From Broken to Beloved-Chapter 114-awkward

Because she had just woken up and immediately rushed to call Catherine, Lilian was still lying in bed. After hanging up, thinking about Bert and Catherine truly being together, she couldn’t help but smile brightly.

Morrison, who had gotten up early to prepare breakfast, came into the bedroom. Seeing her smiling like that, he walked over and asked,

"Did something good happen? You’re smiling so happily."

Lilian cheerfully shared her joy with Morrison.

"I think my brother’s good news might be coming soon. He even spent the night with Catherine last night."

"Do you have any basis for that?" Morrison felt it was completely impossible.

"I just called Catherine. She said they were almost at the company. She must have been with my brother, right? Being together so early—doesn’t that mean they spent the night together?"

Lilian laid out her reasoning for Morrison to hear. Morrison replied helplessly,

"Couldn’t it just be that your brother went to her place early in the morning to pick her up for work?"

Morrison knew exactly what had happened the night before. Under those circumstances, it was impossible for Catherine and Bert to have done anything. What’s more, Catherine lived with her mother—how could Renata possibly allow her daughter to spend the night with Bert?

Besides, before going to bed last night, Bert had even called him to explain a few matters.

If Bert had really been with Catherine last night, wouldn’t he have been busy taking care of more important things? After all, Bert had gone many years without that kind of life—how could he have had time to discuss schemes and arrangements with him?

After Morrison put it that way, Lilian immediately felt that she had overthought it. Was it really true that pregnancy made one’s brain less sharp? How had she lost all ability to analyze things?

Meanwhile, in the car with Catherine and Bert, after Catherine hung up the phone, Bert asked her,

"What did Lilian say?"

Just now she had hurriedly told Lilian that they were almost at the company, when in fact they were only halfway there.

And she had looked so flustered and shy—Lilian must have said something.

How could Catherine possibly tell him that Lilian had called her "Sister-in-law"? So she brushed it off,

"Nothing."

Her expression clearly gave her away. Bert raised an eyebrow and asked again,

"Really nothing?"

"No, really. Just focus on driving."

Catherine continued to evade the question. Bert nodded thoughtfully.

Mm. Looks like he’d have to ask Lilian himself.

In the company’s underground parking garage, after parking and getting out of the car, Catherine suggested that they go in separately. Bert showed his displeasure at the idea.

"Why should we go in separately? Half the company already knows about our relationship. What are you trying to avoid?"

After the welcome party on Saturday, their relationship had already been all but confirmed. With an entire day on Sunday for gossip to spread, it was likely that everyone in the company already knew.

Catherine knew all this, of course. But she felt that even if everyone knew, the company was still a workplace. It would be too high-profile for the two of them to walk in hand in hand like that.

But Bert had no intention of letting her entertain such thoughts. He stepped over, intending to take her hand. Catherine, flustered, dodged him.

"Don’t—"

Bert kept reaching for her hand; Catherine kept dodging. She really didn’t want to be led into the office by the big boss.

In the end, Catherine was pressed against the car door, her hands firmly held in his.

She chose to surrender, laughing softly as she pleaded,

"Alright, alright, I give up. If you want to hold my hand, then hold it."

Catherine had never expected him to be this stubborn—and this childish. She had thought that if she dodged him, he would give up on holding her hand. Who knew he would chase after her and insist on it? He had always come across as aloof and mature. How was it that once their relationship was confirmed, he became so childish?

After all the back-and-forth between them, a faint blush had crept onto Catherine’s cheeks. She leaned against the car, smiling at Bert, her eyes bright, her features delicate and beautiful.

It stirred something in Bert. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed her, capturing her soft, rosy lips, gently sucking, greedily savoring the moment.

"Ahem—"

An untimely, deliberate cough sounded nearby, interrupting their intimacy.

The person was Amy. She had parked before them and had witnessed—from beginning to end—their interactions, whether childish or affectionate.

As a single woman, she really couldn’t stand being forced to consume such blatant displays of affection so early in the morning—especially when the male lead was someone she had once admired. So she intentionally interrupted them.

Catherine was so embarrassed she could hardly face anyone. Bert, on the other hand, showed no sign of awkwardness. He simply lifted an arm to hold Catherine and looked over at Amy.

Amy smiled casually and greeted them,

"Morning, Lord Washington. Morning, Catherine."

Bert replied coolly,

"Morning."

Catherine, her face still faintly red, also looked at Amy,

"Morning, Amy."

Then, to avoid Bert continuing with the arm-around-the-shoulder and hand-holding, Catherine hurried over to Amy and said,

"Amy, I actually have a question I’d like to ask you. How about we talk while we walk?"

Amy instinctively glanced at Bert. She remembered how displeased Bert had been over the weekend when Silvia linked arms with Catherine. Now Catherine was suggesting walking with her to avoid him—Amy didn’t even dare imagine how Bert might react. She froze in place, not daring to answer.

But when Amy looked at Bert again, she realized he didn’t look angry at all. Instead, he even gave her a slight nod, signaling for her to agree and walk with Catherine.

So Amy smiled and said,

"Sure."

Then she left with Catherine.

Amy felt quietly moved. Bert must have already known that Catherine wasn’t comfortable appearing in front of company employees as his girlfriend, nor with such a high-profile way of doing things. That must be why he let Amy take Catherine along first—to give Catherine a graceful way out.

Just what kind of girl was this Catherine, that Bert would treat her with such wholehearted devotion?

As they walked toward the elevators, Amy asked Catherine,

"You came with Lord Washington?"

"Yes."

Catherine nodded. Amy’s gaze immediately turned suggestive, and Catherine quickly caught on and hurried to explain,

"It’s not what you’re thinking, Amy. He picked me up from my place this morning."

Judging by that look, Amy probably thought she and Bert had spent the night together and that was why they came to work together.

Catherine meant to clarify things, but after hearing her explanation, Amy looked even more shocked.

"Lord Washington went to pick you up for work?"

Clearly, Amy shared the same thought Catherine had before—that something like this happening with Bert felt unreal. And yet, it was real.

Catherine smiled a little awkwardly,

"Y-yes... he came to get me..."

Compared to being mistaken for having spent the night together, Catherine would rather show off their affection this way.