All Her Secrets

Chapter 70

It was supposed to be a simple meal of barbecue. However, due to the appearance of Branden andTriston at the venue, the atmosphere at the dinner table became incredibly creepy.

Branden did not eat much himself. Occasionally, he would take some food and put it on Catherine’splate. He did this so naturally as if they were an old couple.

Triston felt a little jealous. He had known Branden for so many years. However, the latter had nevertaken the initiative to pour him a glass of wine, let alone take food for him.

He felt crushed!

Bryan felt very uncomfortable looking at how Branden was showing his attention to Catherine. He feltthat Branden was going to cheat his Boss. “Boss, that is the big bad wolf. Do not be cheated,” heshouted in his heart frantically.

However, the said big bad wolf was his Uncle Branden. He would not dare to challenge Branden, evenif he had the guts. And as such, he drank quietly.

David saw that Bryan was not in the right mood. The others were not eating happily, so David. saidcarefully, “I’m almost done eating. I have not done my homework for the evening, so I shall go first!”

After he finished speaking, the rest also started giving similar reasons.novelbin

Branden glanced at Catherine and noticed that she had already stopped eating. He graciously noddedhis head and agreed to leave.

When Bryan went to settle the bill, he was informed that Paxton had already done so.

Bryan was so furious that he could not even do better than his Uncle Branden when settling the bill.

But what could be done?

He could only put up with it!

When they reached the door, Branden suddenly stopped and said to Catherine, “Let me send youback.”

His tone carried no doubt as if everything should have been done this way.

However, before Catherine could answer, Bryan suddenly popped up and said, “Boss came on hermotorcycle!”

Branden raised his eyebrows and looked toward Catherine, who reached out and pointed to theparking spot on the side.

That black, dazzling Harley-Davidson looked extraordinarily different from the row of luxury cars parkedat the side.

Triston saw that too. He did not expect such a cute, soft-looking girl like Catherine would take a liking tothis wild ride. He could not help but exclaim.

“That is so cool!”

Branden raised his eyebrows and looked at Catherine. The expression on his handsome face remainedunchanged as he repeated his words. “Let me send you back!”

Catherine looked at him from top to bottom with pondering eyes.

Branden had come directly from the office, so he wore what he wore at work. That was a silver- graysuit with a slim-fitting black shirt, the perfect corporate leader attire.

This look would suit sitting inside a top business car, swirling a glass of red wine, and looking at allother beings with contempt.

This attire did not match the motorcycle at all!

Branden understood the meaning of her look with just one glance. He took off the jacket immediatelyand threw it to Paxton. He unbuttoned the shirt to chest level, looking all evil and handsome with acharismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up above the forearms, exposing his well-tonedforearms. The bronzed skin carried a hint of seduction. He turned his head towards Catherine andraised his eyebrows as a gesture.

At that moment, Catherine felt her mind go blank. Then, she took out the key and threw it to Branden.When she realized it, Branden had already gotten on the motorcycle.

It was too late to refuse now. Catherine could only look down and scold herself quietly. “Lust makes youdumb.”

When she looked up again, Branden had already ridden the motorcycle and stopped in front of her.

She thought there would be a sense of contradiction, but there was none at all. Only charismaremained.

Branden took the helmet and helped Catherine wear it.

Those misty, deep eyes made Catherine give up struggling.

After wearing the helmet, Branden patted her head gently. There was a rare tenderness in thosebreathtaking eyes. Catherine fell deeply and immediately.

She turned and got onto the motorcycle, subconsciously leaning her hands on the back seat instead ofwrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as if she was trying to keep a distance from him.

Vroom!

The sound of the motorcycle was like thunder, and it disappeared in front of everyone.

The sight of a handsome couple was a treat.

They had been gone for a long time before everyone realized it.

Bryan came back to his senses after a long time. He subconsciously said, “When did Uncle Brandenlearn how to ride a motorcycle?”

To him, the family had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he showed great intelligence andtalent from a young age.

Growing up, Uncle Branden lived a different life from others even though he was just a few years olderthan him.

While he was still playing football with his companions, Uncle Branden had already started looking atthe company’s report. He started following his great-grandfather around to learn how to deal with thecompany’s affairs.

The impression he had of his Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous, dignified, and nobleimage of a king.

And now, after seeing such a willful and evil side of his Uncle Branden so suddenly had made him alittle uncomfortable.

Hearing Bryan’s surprise exclamation, Triston sighed slowly. He reached out, patted Bryan’s shoulder,and sighed again. “Compared to your Uncle Branden, you are still too young. Your Uncle Branden wasthe famous god of racing in Casier back then. His driving skills are superb!”

“Did such a thing happen?” Bryan wondered.

On the other side, Branden took Catherine through the streets and small alleys on the motorcycle.Catherine could tell that his riding skills were good.

It was unexpected that the heir of a wealthy family, who sat in the office daily, could ride a motorcyclethis well.

The handsome Harley-Davidson sped down the road!

Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine behind them.

A few cool motorcycles passed by them, and the other party was very provocative.

After overtaking Branden, they turned around to look at them. They gestured at Branden with theirthumbs down and shouted impudently. “Kid, you are driving such a good motorcycle at such speed andonly to pick up girls. It is not good!”

Branden’s sharp eyes darkened slightly on his cold, handsome face after hearing what was said.

However, he did not retaliate immediately. He turned around and looked at Catherine to ask for heropinion.

Catherine looked at the motorcycles surrounding them and returned a look to Branden as if to ask him,“Can you do it?”

One should never ask a man in his face if he could do it.

It was because the consequences were often tragic!

Seeing the provocation in her eyes, Branden smiled lightly. A handsome and willful smile. He gesturedto the young men riding the motorcycles around him. He made a fist with his left hand, raised it high,and waved his palm back.

It was a hand gesture that anyone who liked racing understood, meaning that the person behind himshould speed up and overtake him.

The gesture also meant to race.

In an instant, their surroundings erupted with joy.

Racing was the favorite thing this group of young people loved to do.

A rumbling, deafening exhaust roar sounded.

Branden controlled the bike with one hand while he reached backward with the other. He forcefullypulled Catherine’s hand over and clasped it around his muscular waist.

“Sit tight!”

The minute he finished speaking, Branden released the brakes of the motorcycle, and the motorcycleflew out.

A few ghostly figures were chasing after one another.

The red motorcycle that provoked Branden just now was taking the lead. He was the god of racing inthis racing circle, unrivaled.

To him, Branden was a novice who was using the motorcycle to pick up girls. Hence, he did not takeBranden seriously at all.

But in the next second, he was shocked!