GoodReadChapter 28
Allergies and still keeping a cat? Quite the peculiar masochist and a loner, this guy.
Whitney’s gaze was too transparent, and the man’s icy glance swept over her. “Are you insulting me?”
“No way. It was a compliment.”
“Complimenting my looks?”
Speechless, Whitney glanced at his smugly curved, thin lips.
Thick–skinned much!
“This whole pink–themed decor, it wouldn’t also be...”
Taryn teased quietly, “It was Sir Ouldn’t also be...”
request.”
Whitney suddenly envied the little cat princess. He spoiled her way too much!
Seeing his indifferent face, Whitney figured if he ever had a daughter, she could not even imagine what twisted thoughts a grown
man like him would harbor.
She subconsciously touched her tight belly.
“What unseemly thoughts are you harboring?” Leaned against the door frame, L’s gaze teasingly fixed on her. Whitney’s face
all need to get along, okay?”
She even went through the motions of making the cat and dogs shake hands.
“L, what’s your cat’s name?” Whitney asked, tilting her egg–shaped face up.
The man’s jaw tensed.
Taryn laughed, “Sir hasn’t named the kitty yet.”
Whitney cheekily said, “Your Daddy is so lazy, not even giving you a name. I’ll name you.”
Her voice was soft and sweet; she was just a little girl at that moment. Clearly, she had many sides.
“Let’s call her Olive. It’s noble.”
“I think Whitney is nice too. She’s quiet, not like some girls, all talk no substance.” The man casually observed her.
Whitney pondered, then turned to ask, “What’s your name then? Let’s see if you live up to it.”
The man’s eyes twinkled with amusement, quick–witted.
Taryn brought over a cat teaser, “Sir, why don’t you try playing with the kitty? It’s okay from a distance!”
Unaccustomed to such activities, the man took the teaser, standing far off, stiff and detached.
Whitney teased him as he frowned. “If you’re allergic like that, why keep a cat?”
The small cat teaser in his large hands suddenly shifted direction, the fluffy end lifting Whitney’s chin as he swiftly leaned in
close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice dangerously charming. “I’m not allergic to you, little kitty!”
Then his strong arm encircled her, teasing her several more times with the wand. He whistled lowly, a serious look on his face,
“Can you meow for me?”
He was the epitome of rakish charm, suggesting her to do something so explicit without saying it directly.
Before Whitney could get angry, he gracefully withdrew.
His playful demeanor was evident as he walked away, clearly in good spirits.
Leaving Whitney wrapped in a haze of flirtation, unable to look directly at the cat teaser anymore! She thought this man was
dashing to the bone. His teasing was irresistible, leaving any naive girl blushing for a long time
Quite the charmer!
Back at the villa, Xandra suggested Whitney take a bath. She mentioned that Sir was hungry and asked if she had any simple
cooking skills.
Was Natalie retiring to the back house today? Whitney emerged clean from her bath, pondering that she indeed needed to
express her gratitude tonight.
She could cook. A woman of her standing had to know how.
Whitney entered the kitchen and quickly whipped up a plate of spaghetti for him.
“Mr. L, dinner is served.” She presented it promptly.
Her delicate hand, pale and dainty, offered him the fork.
He glanced at it and took it.
Whitney sat opposite him, hands cradling her face, looking a bit despondent.
He poured a glass of red wine, glancing over at her..
Whitney voiced her worries, “Mr. L, did you know? The landscape painting was bought by Simon, so I can’t cozy up to my
nemesis, and the jewelry competition in October is under his thumb. I’m really in trouble.”
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