Married a Secret Billionaire

“You have a cute cat.” Neil diverted the topic. “What breed is it?”

It was only then Zephyr was reminded of the cat he was carrying.

“Its name is Ginger.” He smiled, not forgetting to free up a hand to pull Cordelia in as he introduced the pet rather triumphantly. “Cordelia and I are taking care of it together!”

His emphasis was on the word ‘together’.

Neil smiled almost unnoticeably and bowed to pet Ginger—only for the proud tabby cat to snap its head to one side with gleaming eyes. Neil’s hand froze in the air awkwardly.

Zephyr was inwardly overjoyed. Although Ginger usually did not care much about him, it still touched him in critical moments. He thought he would add a can of fish for dinner tonight!

“Hey.” Cordelia tugged his sleeves. “Don’t you have to go to the office today? Why did you bring Ginger out?”

“Oh…” Zephyr licked his lips. It was not like he could say he rushed over with Ginger out of anger after hearing what Janine had to say over the phone.

“Uh… i-it has mites all over its body!” Zephyr kept a straight face. “I’m going to take it to the pet shop.”

Ginger glared at him and swished around, its clean and pretty orange fur shiny and lustrous.

“Meow!” It cried as if protesting. ‘You’re the one who has mites! You have mites everywhere!’

“And.” Zephyr continued to make up stories. “The cardboard home you made isn’t sturdy anymore. I’m taking it to buy a new one. Then we’ll see what else we need and buy everything together!”

Cordelia was surprised and chuckled. “Since when are you so nice to the cat?”

of our family. Of course I have to be

face away, not

shopping with

“Huh?”

how to pick

Cordelia was troubled. “But…”

strict, and impassive. In front of Cordelia, though, he was

gaze was complicated

haven’t

extend a hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Zephyr. I’m Neil

hands with him perfunctorily and smiled. “Zephyr Hamerton, I’m also the

softly. “But Madam

same, but

without saying

like you is heaven and earth’s difference from the small-time influencer.

could discern that what Zephyr said was probing him. From the first time Zephyr had met him, actually, he had been testing him. The only thing he could do was try his

cat.” Neil diverted the topic. “What breed

was only then Zephyr was reminded of

smiled, not forgetting to free up a hand to pull Cordelia in

emphasis was on

and bowed to pet Ginger—only for the proud tabby cat to snap its head to one side with gleaming eyes.