Chapter 7
Beatrice bited her head and blinked her eyes at her.
“Ms. Bewty, don’t you like my new room?”
Victoria didn’t answer
She just stood there, looking at Howard, looking at the man who had once held an umbrella for her on a rainy night, looking at the man who had stayed up
I night with her when she was injured, looking, at the man who had kissed her scars and said. “You are mine.”
Now, he embraced another girl, casually erasing all traces between them
It was as if those years were just a dream of her own making
She suddenly Laughed, laghing until her eyes turned red.
“Okay.”
Victoria returned to her rented house, and when she pushed open the door, there was silence inside.
She didn’t turn on the light, letting the darkness engulf her, and she slowly slid down to the ground with her back against the door. “Meow….
A very soft meow came from the a
e comer.
She looked up and met a pair of round amber eyes staring at her from the coffee table, tilted head.
Victoria hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile, her voice hourse.
“What, are you also looking down on me?”
The cat gracefully jumped off the coffee table and walked over to her, rubbing her knee with its head.
She reached out and lightly scratched its chin with her fingertips, the cat immediately purred in satisfaction, its tail held high and curled around her
WTISI
This was the cat she had secretly loopt seven years.
When she found it in the alloy that year, it was sinny, dirty all over, with its right front paw injured, limping as it walked.
She originally wanted to throw away so
some food and leave, but it also followed her hesitantly all the way to the doorstep Just like she was packed up by Howard back then
She ultimately couldn’t bring herself to do it, so she brought it back home and named it Cocoa
litter, and then she would disappear again.
Over the years, she rarely came back, and when she did, it was just a quick meal, changing the cat litter, and the
but he always remembered her, and every time he saw her, he would come over and stick to her as if she had never lett Victoria looked down at it and suddenly felt her eyes welling up.
“Tool”
She mattered at it
“I treated you so badly, and you still waited for me?
The cat didn’t understand what she was saying, she just tilted her head and touched her fingertips with b
her wet nose.
she couldn’t help it anymore and finally,
, she embraced it in her arms, burying her face in its soft fur
The cat did not struggle, but quietly let her hold it, its tail gently wrapping around her wrist.
Outside the window, the night was dark, and the rain was puttering
teht at that moment, she suddenly felt like it wasn’t so cold anymore.
Victoria was curled up on the sofa, lightly scratching Cocoa’s chin with her fingers, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, talling on the findty For of the mange cat, rasting a warın golden halo
spilstiskāts eyes, purring comfortably in its throat, its tall tarily draped over het legs, as faully getting all the owner
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GoodShort
These days, she didn’t go anywhere.
She bought it a new cat tree, changed to a softer cat bed, and even cooked chicken breast by hand, tearing it into fine shreds to feed it. Coena ate to its heart’s content, then curled up in her arms to take a nag, while she repeatedly stroked its back, as if making up for the years of missed companionship She glanced at the screen, the name Bashing on it made her fingers pause slightly, “Howard”
Victoria took a deep breath and finally picked up her phone
On the other end of the phone, Howard’s voice was as cold as ice.
“How have you been these days?”
She lowered her gaze and looked at the cat in her arms, w
which was rubbing her palm with its head, as if urging her to continue stroking,
“I’m at home,” she said lightly.
“What about the task?”
“I slidia’t do it.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold laugh.
“Victoria, are you sulking with me?”
She gently scratched the cat’s ears, listening to its contented purring, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
“No, I was just keeping my cat
company”
“Is a cat more important than your business?”
Victoria looked down and saw the cat curled up in her arms trustingly, she softly “hmm”
“ed.
“It has been waiting for me for seven years, I can’t let it wait any longer.”
On the other end of the phone, Howard’s breath caught slightly, and after a moment, he spoke coldly
“Tomorrow afternoon at six o’clock,
t, headquarters conference room.”
“If you don’t come, then you go to the police station and surrender yourself”
