Chapter 150

　　Catherine's POV

　　Blake's words made me blush a bit.

　　I turned, poured a glass of water, took it to Blake, and said, "Have some water."

　　"Cathy, you're so nice to me." He looked at me seriously.

　　I glanced at him with slight anger and shyness. "I'm only doing this for money."

　　"I know you are not a snob. You are trying to hide the fact that you have feelings for me by lying," said Blake with a bit of smugness.

　　I wanted to throw the glass of water right in his face badly. Was Blake drunk?

　　Blake tried to sit up several times, but his attempts were all in vain. Then he pressed his head. "I'm dizzy. Can you help me?"

　　I thought he was very drunk, so I walked over and tried to help him sit up.

　　I put my arms around his shoulder and helped him up.

　　Blake was practically leaning on me.

　　I frowned. I didn't know what a man should be like when he was drunk, but Blake didn't seem right to me. How come he couldn't even sit straight?