Chapter 34
It was such a distant detail that it was barely within Curtis’ memory.
“Do you make these two dishes a lot?” he asked.
Laura looked sheepish as she murmured, “Well…”
“No wonder she’s getting skinnier every year.” Curtis said icily.
He was the kind of guy who wore a smile like an easy garment, exuding a carefree charm that led
people to think he was approachable, a real easy-going fe.
But when the smile faded, an innate and indifferent vibe emanated from him, striking a chord of
intimidation.
“She’s picky and won’t touch eggnts or lettuce. Didn’t you know that?” Curtis pressed.
“I thought you liked them…”
“How often am I home to eat, huh?”
His casual retort carried an undercurrent of icy pressure that hit you head-on.
Laura was startled, fiddling with her hands, her voice dropping to a whisper, “So, should I not make it
anymore?”
Curtis didn’t answer and meant to put out his cigarette but remembered there was no ashtray in the
house.
Stubbing out the cigarette on the eggnt dish, he left it there, got up, and headed upstairs.
The master bedroom on the second floor was a grand suite, a living area greeting you at the entrance.
Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa, her head tilted back against the cushion, her gaze
vacant.
She had been waiting a while before she heard footsteps ascending.
When Curtis entered, his eyes fell on her.
Leanne’s neck was exposed under the clear light, her skin smooth and delicate, resembling wless
marbleplemented by the emerald hue of her jade pendant.
Curtis still remembered the delicate softness when he touched her skin.
Leanne, who had been staring nkly at the light, winced slightly from the brightness and took a few
seconds to register Curtis’ presence.
Regainingposure, she sat up straight as Curtis’ attention shifted away from her, indifferent.
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“You…” Just as Leanne was about to broach an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by the
double bed behind her.
“What did you hide under the nket?” he asked.
“Nothing…” Instinctively, Leanne turned to look as well.
But indeed, there was a noticeable bulge in the neatly spread nket, something that wasn’t there
when she changed clothes aftering home. She hadn’t paid any attention
to the room since.
Curtis walked over and flipped back the nket. To his surprise, he found a bunch of colorful little
kittens, all curled up and fast asleep.
Leanne was clueless about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter in her bed.
She was momentarily stunned, then amused and baffled.
The door to the downstairs room was locked, only essible from the outside with a key. How had the
mother cat managed to break out?
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Curtis furrowed his brow immediately, dropping the nket and stepping back, his distaste clear as
day.
Leanne quickly stood up and approached, fearing he might throw the kittens out the window in a fit of
rage.
Curtis’ voice was strained with patience, “Leanne, even if you can’t stand me and want to get rid of me,
you could at least be a bit more subtle about it.”
Leanne was speechless. How could these tiny and stumbling kittens be lethal to him? Did they
overwhelm him with cuteness?
“Could these kittens kill you? You’re a bit fragile, don’t you think?”
“Fragile?” Curtis almostughed but was interrupted by a sudden sneeze.
He quickly backed away again, covering his nose, but couldn’t stop the barrage of sneezes that
followed.
Leanne realized, “Are you allergic to cat hair?”
Curtis snorted, “You’re just figuring that out now?”
“You never said, how was I supposed to know.” There was a slight hint of guilt in her voice, “Believe it
or not, it wasn’t me who hid them here.”
“If not you, then who? Me?”
Leanne couldn’t exin how the mother cat had managed an escape, daringly and meticulously
relocating her kittens to the bedroom, nestled under the nket, in a bold attempt to deliver a lethal
blow to Curtis.
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