Chapter 419
Martha wasn’t sure if this was really the neighbor’s cat. After all, cats pretty much look alike, and it could be hard to tell them apart unless they had some distinctive markings.
She thought, ‘Besides, if it really is the neighbor’s cat, should I tell Mr. York about it? But judging from his attitude, it seems like he wanted Mrs. York to keep the cat. What a dilemma.’
The night passed without any mishap. At sunrise, a helicopter landed on the hotel rooftop. It was sent to escort Shermaine back to Basterel.
Shermaine didn’t bother packing anything. She just grabbed a small bag and set off for home. Once aboard the helicopter, she closed her eyes, made herself comfortable, and drifted off to sleep.
An hour later, the helicopter landed on the rooftop of York Group. Seeing Shermaine was sound asleep, the pilot couldn’t bring himself to wake her.
Instead, he called Joshua and asked him to get her.
Joshua was in a meeting when he received the call. “Meeting paused for twenty minutes,” he announced, then immediately headed up to fetch her.
Shermaine was covered with a blanket, her head slightly tilted as she breathed softly. When Joshua boarded the helicopter and saw her, he planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Then, after carefully unbuckling her seatbelt, he carried her out of the helicopter.
Shermaine didn’t stir. Maybe she subconsciously sensed it was him, so instead of waking up, she leaned into his chest, inhaled his familiar scent, and rubbed her cheek softly against him.
Joshua carried her into the lounge of his office. As Shermaine sank into the soft bed, her drowsy eyes fluttered open.
“You’re awake?” he asked.
Shermaine murmured drowsily, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I just wanted you to get a little more sleep,” Joshua couldn’t resist kissing her again. “You’ve worked hard, Sheary.”
Shermaine’s lips curved into a smile as she tilted her head up to return his kiss.
Joshua braced a hand on the edge of the bed, leaning in. Soon, their breaths tangled and melted together, the quiet space filled with only the warmth between them.
Back in the meeting room, the executives waited an extra ten minutes before Joshua returned. There was a subtle flush on his lips, and his expression – for once – was warm and relaxed.
The meeting stretched on for over an hour before it finally concluded. Afterward, Joshua took Shermaine out for lunch, then they headed back to Riverswood Villa. There, Shermaine finally met the cat.
The white cat sat in front of its food bowl, staring at the kibble with visible sorrow, as if too heartbroken to eat.
The cat thought to itself. ‘Ugh, I really can’t stand this stuff. I want fried chicken, fries, burgers, and beef stew. Seriously, humans and cats live such different lives and get different treatments.’
Seeing Shermaine return, Martha beamed with delight. “Mrs. York, welcome back.”
Shermaine nodded and asked, “Is the cat refusing to eat?”
“Yeah,” Martha said, looking troubled. “The cat only had a little milk this morning, and it never eats cat food or anything like that.”
“Why don’t we cook the cat some fish?” Shermaine suggested.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Martha replied.
The white cat saw Shermaine and meowed, as if to say hello.
Shermaine raised an eyebrow, thinking, ‘This cat sure makes itself at home, doesn’t it?’
Joshua took Shermaine’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go to the study.”
The white cat eagerly trotted after them. Before long, Shermaine and the white cat were having a great time in the study.
The white cat licked its paw, thinking, ‘Back when I was Stephen, I could eat all kinds of delicacies, but that identity always made me feel uneasy.
‘Being a cat is a whole new world. I can finally let my guard down, act cute, and get spoiled. Even Shermaine is especially patient with me these days.’
The white cat meowed eagerly, rubbing against Shermaine’s legs with bright, expectant eyes.
Shermaine gave the cat’s head a gentle rub, picked up a small cookie from the table, broke it in half, and shared it with the cat.
Joshua’s eyes dimmed at the sight. As Shermaine picked up another cookie to feed the cat, he leaned in and, without hesitation, ate it right from her hand.
The cat thought, ‘What the heck? That’s my cookie! Can’t you get your own? Stop stealing from me!’