My Dreamy Old Husband

There was a sudden awkward silence. Linus bit his lip to hide his embarrassment while Natasha looked humiliated as she whispered, “I am just here to apologize to Mr. Linus. I don’t have any other intentions…”

Sean quickly covered Stanley’s blabbering mouth and silently watched Natasha seduce Linus, as if he was watching a clown. The Mitchell family is overconfident. Do they know who Linus is? Do they really think Natasha will be able to succeed in pursuing him?

Even though they were of the same age, Sean could feel that Linus’ emotional intelligence was in no means comparable to his peers. Although Linus seemed enthusiastic on the outside, he was a deeply cold person on the inside. After all, a person who could be the second-in-command of a multinational company would definitely be cold and stern.

There was a cat carrier next to Linus with a small Persian kitten inside. It was young and chubby, and had orange fur. At that moment, it was sleeping.

There was a small bow on its neck and it looked extremely adorable. “This is the only kitten that the queen’s cat gave birth to,” Linus explained. “It happened that I went to visit the queen so she gave it to me.”

Hearing this, Natasha stared at the kitten in awe. There was only one queen in the world who was worthy for Linus to visit personally and who had a cat—it was none other than the European queen who had been ruling for a few decades. She had raised Persian cats from generation to generation and liked them very much.

The queen actually gave a cat to Linus, which proved how influential he was. Natasha looked at the cat with extreme desire in her eyes, as if what she was seeing was not the cat, but supreme power. If I could marry Linus, it would bring supreme honor to my family!

Unfortunately, Linus didn’t seem to notice Natasha’s liking for his cat. After playing with the cat in his arms for a while and feeding it some cat food, he put it back into the carrier.

At first, Natasha thought that Linus would ask if she would like to touch his cat, but he unexpectedly put the cat straight into the bag. He didn’t mention a single word of letting her touch the cat since the beginning. In order to hide her embarrassment, Natasha hurriedly started a new topic and continued chatting with Linus.

At that instant, it was as if the other three people sitting around the table were invisible. Sarah was a homebody so she didn’t like this kind of occasion, choosing to keep her head lowered as she played with her phone. Meanwhile, Stanley stared at the Persian cat in the carrier, hoping to play with it.

his glass of sake as he looked at the two people chatting opposite him

witty remarks and could chat with anyone, his words making Natasha laugh again

you two talking

over and looked at the two people who were chatting with interest. Before Linus had the chance to reply,

Sophia from head to toe and with an expectant expression, she asked, “When is your husband coming? Many of our classmates from Bayside

I would have never have come to her little reunion banquet, Natasha thought. However, Sophia only commented, “There are too many guests here

way to ridicule Sophia a second time when Linus suddenly stood up, walked toward

my father… Sophia was smiling bitterly inside. A b*stard like Joe is not worthy to be my father at all, but I need an identity right now and being the daughter of the Edwards family is perfect. I even hired people to fake the paternity test and fooled everyone. With a smile, she

Linus presented Sophia the thing that he had been hiding behind his back. Holding a sleeping chubby cat in his

was shocked for a moment.

that moment, the cat’s appearance was a pleasant surprise and she

at Sophia

Linus took the cat back and said, “You still have to greet the other guests. I’ll help you look after the

the table. Then, she grabbed her

Sophia leave, Natasha’s face turned gloomy. Who does Sophia think she is? How dare she accept Linus’ cat? How can she touch the cat given by the queen with her dirty hands that she uses to clean the

scratched his black