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Zephyr wanted to be with her a little longer…
Cordelia blushed. She remembered that this was what she had told him previously.
Zephyr looked at her quietly and smiled, grabbing her bare shoulder that was exposed…
Zephyr woke up early in the morning and saw that Cordelia was still sleeping. He got up gently and went to warm
up the soup Helen had made in advance in the kitchen.
Recently, Helen was coming up with all sorts of tricks to nourish Cordelia, and the latter had to drink soup several
times a day.
Despite that, Cordelia seemed to still be as fragile.
Zephyr chuckled and heard meowing as soon as he went to the kitchen.
The kitchen window faced the front of the house. A fat tabby cat hopped up the window sill and stretched, facing
the sunlight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe fat tabby was a regular in Royal Manor.
When they first met it, it was a pitiful frail stray that had yet to wean. It was an issue if it would make it. Cordelia
took care of it and even made it a home on the porch. The cat seemed to be aware and ate more day by day,
repaying Cordelia’s effort with its gradually healthy body.
Sometimes when Cordelia went out, it would prance over with a high tail and rub against her feet.
Zephyr had always been indifferent about the furry little animal, but since Cordelia liked it, he let the tabby roam
around the house.
“Hey, you’re here again?” He pulled the window open and took the initiative to greet it for the first time ever.
When the tabby cat saw that it was him, it stopped stretching and looked haughty, slipping to the side with a squint.
Zephyr scoffed and rolled his eyes at it. Fine, if it was going to ignore him!
He was going to leave with the soup, but the cat’s fat paw lingered by the window like it was coming in yet did not
want to once it saw Zephyr.
Zephyr knew that it was hungry, but there was nothing to eat in the kitchen. He scooped a bowl of soup and left it
on the window sill. If it had been any other day, he would be reluctant to take care of the cat, but he was in a good
mood today.
Zephyr smiled and was going to turn away when he saw the tabby cat sniffing the bowl of soup and hopping right
off the window sill.
He froze. What was the matter?
The tabby cat was usually a foodie, yet it acted reserved today.
The smile Zephyr wore slowly disappeared as doubt furrowed his brows. He looked at the soup in his hand and
suddenly had a strange feeling.
“Zephyr?”
Cordelia’s lazy drawl came from behind. “Why are you standing frozen in the kitchen?”
Zephyr turned around to the sight of her leaning against the kitchen door with slightly disheveled hair and groggy
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeyes. The flush on her cheeks had yet to subside, and her pajamas hung loosely on her frame, revealing a large
patch of fair skin around her décolleté.
He walked over slowly and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Cordelia saw the soup in his hand and chortled. “You wouldn’t be thinking about making me breakfast, would you?”
“I don’t cook very well…” Zephyr crouched to rub noses with her and said huskily, “But I think it’s no problem for
me to fill you up!”
“No!” Cordelia looked at him playfully and poked him in the chest. “I wouldn’t dare try Mr. Z’s cooking. I worry that
I’ll have diarrhea! I have to work today…”
“Oh,” Zephyr said intentionally, “Then I insist on making you breakfast so you can’t work properly. My mom will get
angry and fire you. Then you can stay home every day!”
“Zephyr Hamerton!” Cordelia acted like she was going to hit him, and he grabbed her wrist lightly to pull her into his
embrace.
“Stop it!”
“Beg me!”
“Please…”
“Too insincere!”
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