Chapter 398 This is My Wife
Simon shivered, a chill running down his spine.
He straightened, voice tight with urgency. "Ms. Windsor, you're about to get engaged. So why is Mr. Howard with another woman? I heard her myself—she doesn't have the Howard surname, and she's not your sister. She's definitely not part of the Howard family!"
He added, "Ms. Windsor, you mustn't let him fool you!"
Simon looked like he was about to cry.
Quinn Couture's sales this quarter were perfectly fine.
Unless… was the Windsor family in trouble?
Bankruptcy?
Had Alexander really reached the point where he had to trade his looks and marriage to save his family?
Simon's mind spiraled out of control, terrifying himself with his own conclusions.
"Ms. Windsor, don't sacrifice yourself like this. If the Windsor family really is going under, you still have Quinn Couture! Worst case, we run away."
Catherine was far too kind—at a time like this, she wouldn't even consider leaving.
"Send me the address. I'll be there immediately."
Twenty minutes later, Catherine nudged Simon, who was crouched in a corner.
"I told you to keep watch, not play dead. Where's the person you mentioned?"
Simon clutched his backside and pointed toward the docks.
Several ferries were moored there, with guards watching over the fabric shipments Quinn Couture had ordered.
"I didn't trust the delivery," Simon explained. "Came to check, but they never brought it over. No idea what's going on."
Imported couture fabrics always went through strict quality checks.
They'd already passed inspection—yet now they were being held at the dock.
"Ms. Windsor, see those kids over there? They've been hanging around all afternoon. They don't look like local fishermen's children."
A handful of kids, no older than ten, darted around the crates holding the fabric.
Catherine's gaze locked on the boy in front.
She recognized him instantly—he'd been at the hotel with Lyra.
Her eyes cooled.
The assassin in her bristled.
She knew better than to think this was an ordinary child.
Her investigation had confirmed that Rex's past girlfriends had all vanished mysteriously after their breakups.
They were nobodies—no one cared what happened to them.
But Catherine understood: this boy was anything but normal.
"Ms. Windsor, isn't that Alexander?"
Simon's mouth twisted into a crooked smirk.
Following his line of sight, Catherine saw Alexander standing tall at the edge of the dock, waves smashing against the rocks below, spray misting the air.
He didn't move.
Children spilled off the ferry, clinging to his legs with familiarity.
An elegantly dressed woman followed.
Simon frowned. "That's not the woman I saw earlier."
"Ms. Windsor, does Alexander have multiple girlfriends... and kids?"
Catherine's cold glance shut him up. "Let's go ask."
Simon gave her a thumbs-up.
Trust Catherine to walk straight into the fire.
"A true warrior," he muttered, "faces the harshest truths head-on—and dares to confront a cheating man."
Catherine flexed her fingers, then turned to him with icy calm. "If this shipment gets ruined, I'll dock it from your salary."
The value of the fabric was half a year's pay for Simon.
"No, Ms. Windsor, please—!"
She ignored him and strode toward the dock, her skirt catching the wind, the fabric swirling with effortless defiance.
The children clutching Alexander's legs spotted her and gasped.
"Sir, there's a beautiful lady over there!"
"She's so pretty!"
Alexander's eyes found Catherine. Surprise flickered into warmth. He ruffled a child's hair.
"That's my wife," he corrected softly.
Catherine lifted a brow, smiling faintly. "Someone told me you already have children. I had to come see for myself."
The woman beside Alexander spoke quickly. "Ms. Windsor, you misunderstand. I'm married to Alexander's cousin—these are my children. We came back for your engagement party."
"I'm not mistaken," Catherine replied.
Only Yasmin's grandchildren would warrant Alexander coming in person.
Behind her, Simon's eyes widened.
So he'd been wrong?
These were Howard family children after all.
They had come not just for the engagement, but to visit Felix, who was gravely ill.
Felix's great-grandchildren rarely stayed in the country—at the end, he wanted to see them most.
The youngest, only five, ran up and wrapped his arms around Catherine's leg, eyes bright. "Hug!"
Catherine chuckled, pinching the boy's cheek.
Alexander said, "What are you doing here? The wind's strong—should've worn more."
"Weren't we here to catch you?"
Alexander's laugh was low, his gaze never leaving her. "You wouldn't. You're that reckless. And I'm not that untrustworthy."
"Confident, aren't you?"
"It's trust—in you, and in your choice to trust me."
Simon smacked his forehead, showing Catherine his phone. "Ms. Windsor, those kids just went into our warehouse!"
He knew they were up to no good.
A dock supervisor jogged over, sweat beading his forehead.
"Are you with Quinn Couture? Some kids say their friend is locked in your warehouse!"
Catherine's brow furrowed. "The fabrics cleared customs today. Why are they being held?"
"They were reported for having issues! You'll need to come with us."
"If there's a problem, why not call Quinn Couture directly? What's the reason for the report and the holding procedure?"
The man's tone turned impatient. "I told you—there's a problem. Just come with us! You sell clothes, stop acting like you're some big-shot artist."
Catherine's gaze sharpened. She held out her hand. "Your ID. You expect me to follow you without proof?"
"I'm in uniform. What more do you want? Do you even want your fabrics?"
Her stare didn't waver. "Fine. I'll go."
The child in Alexander's arms leaned toward Catherine, grabbing her hand. "I'm coming too! Alexander should come as well—don't let anyone bully you!"
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