Chapter 172

Abigail thought for a moment and then nodded. She patted Code’s soft belly, still very happy to play with the cats.

“Then let’s first record your identity info,” Sebastian said to Abigail, pushing aside the keyboard.

After she completed fingerprint and facial recognition at the door lock, he checked the time and asked, “Staying here tonight?”

Abigail looked at him. “I want to go home.”

“I promise I won’t do anything to you. Every room has locks. Just sleep here for one night,” Sebastian walked to her, leaned down, and looked her in the eyes.

Abigail looked up and met his gaze, feeling very conflicted, but still asked, “Why?”

“You tell me?” Sebastian had a smile on his face, but his tone carried a hint of helplessness.

He let her stay because he liked her.

Abigail wasn’t even sure if she used to like Ralph. But during her time in prison, the way Ralph looked down on her gradually shattered her feelings for him. She didn’t think he was someone she really liked after all.

“Just this once. If you still don’t want to, I’ll still take you home,” Sebastian said, standing up straight.

“I didn’t bring pajamas,” Abigail said softly.

“I’ll ask Jeremiah to bring them for you. You just need to wait for about half an hour. In the meantime, you can play with the cats,” Sebastian’s face lit up after she agreed.

“Okay. But I need to let Grandpa know. Otherwise, he’ll worry,” Abigail said gently.

“Of course,” Sebastian replied, then bent down to pick up Orange, who had been clinging to his foot. “Come, let me show you your room.”

He didn’t even realize how cheerful his tone sounded when he turned around with Orange in his arms.

Abigail waited in the room for about half an hour. Jeremiah showed up with a large bag of things at Sebastian’s villa.

“Long time no see,” Abigail greeted him with a smile as soon as she saw him.

Jeremiah said, “Yeah, I’ve been super busy. How’s it going at Hald Group with Mr. Robinson?”

It felt like a greeting between old friends. Abigail had been feeling a bit uneasy about staying at Sebastian’s place, but Jeremiah’s words helped her relax. She said, “It’s been good. They’ve all been kind to me.”

“That’s good.” Jeremiah unfolded the clothes and placed them neatly in the wardrobe. “These are all washed and clean. You can wear them right away. Good night.”

Abigail said, “Thanks.”

That night, Abigail slept soundly. Just like Sebastian said, after Jeremiah brought the clothes, Sebastian never showed up again. Abigail didn’t really understand why Sebastian insisted on her staying over.

Feeling the warm golden sunlight pouring through the white curtains in the morning, Abigail’s first instinct was to reach for her phone. She had gone to bed around 3 a.m. the night before, so when she woke up it was already close to noon.

She got out of bed, tidied up her pajamas, and walked over to the window. The sunlight outside was especially beautiful.

Looking down, she saw Sebastian lying on the lawn in the courtyard, a book covering his face. Orange was curled up in his arm, with two other cats lying on his legs, and another one on his chest. He was completely surrounded by cats.

Abigail found the scene beautiful and quickly took out her phone to snap a photo of him and the cats. After taking the picture, she washed up and headed downstairs.

At the door of the villa, she stood for a moment, watching him nap peacefully with the cats. The sight filled her with a longing for a beautiful life. Her heart seemed to soften with it.

By the time Abigail finished lunch, Sebastian had woken up.

“You nap with the cats like that every day?” Abigail asked, sitting in the living room.

Sebastian still looked a little drowsy. He replied, “No, not usually. I rarely have time to spend with them. Work is busy.”

“The kittens must miss you a lot,” Abigail murmured.

“But I’ve heard that kittens are all heartless little creatures. Whoever feeds them is who they like,” Sebastian said, giving Abigail a meaningful glance.

Abigail felt like he was referring to her. She hoped she was just overthinking it.

“But you hired people to feed them, and they’re still so attached to you,” she whispered back.

“I don’t let the feeders get near them. They come in from the back door, go to the cats‘ kitchen, quietly prep the food, and leave. I call the cats through the monitor to eat, so they think I’m the one who feeds them,” Sebastian said.

Hearing this, Abigail couldn’t help but think, ‘This man is really cunning as hell.’