Chapter 28 My little cat
The car arrived at the villa, and Winnie got out. The Bentley in front had already stopped, and the man stood tall next to it, frowning as he smoked a cigarette.
The way he held the cigarette portrayed a mature man with a reserved charm so potent it almost dared people to look away.
Taking a final drag, he blew out the smoke. When he spotted her, he gestured for her to wait. Once the smoke dissipated, he approached the woman with a smooth stride and a confident air.
At that moment, Winnie's two dogs also jumped out of the car. Winnie smiled and immediately crouched down to pet them.
With a soft and delicate side profile and eyes shimmering, she said, "They're not young anymore. My mother raised them when she was alive, and they've always been by my side. It was my negligence that I didn't go pick them up a few days ago. Mr. L, I want to especially thank your driver tonight."
"Well, you can thank me now." The man raised an eyebrow.
Winnie couldn't help chuckling and stood up. In the night breeze, she looked like an ethereal flower. The man glanced at her red lips, and his long fingers suddenly loosened his Windsor knot tie.
"It's all thanks to you, Mr.L. Without you, I wouldn't have my dogs." She ran up to him, a playful smile on her face.
"Hmph."
Winnie pointed to the majestic Bugatti behind him. She teased Mr. L by saying, "But you shouldn't impersonate a license plate like this 888 one. It wouldn't be good if you were caught by the traffic police, Mr. L."
"Impersonate? Now that's an interesting perspective." The man's mouth twitched.
The driver also twitched when he heard her said that. "Ms. Winnie, it's genuine!" blurted out the driver in an attempt to back up Mr.L.
The two walked together toward the mansion's hall, and Winnie noticed that he was wearing a Windsor knot and a formal suit.
He must have attended an important occasion today. Winnie asked quietly, "Mr. L, have you finished your business trip, or did you come back specially for me?"
The man paused and glanced at her with deep eyes.
That glance seemed to have given an answer, and Winnie's face instantly turned slightly red. She could only think about him caring for her stomach.
As they were about to enter the house, he frowned coldly. "They can't come in."
Winnie looked back at the dogs pitifully and said, "They are homeless, just like me. Mr. L, can't you take them in?"
"No."
That man was heartless.
"Ms. Winnie, Mr. L is allergic to dogs!" Taylor, who had been laughing, walked over at this moment.
"Huh?" Winnie was stunned. No wonder he didn't allow the dogs inside. She had just touched the dogs, and his gaze revealed a sense of rejection.
She pouted. "I'm sorry."
"But Mr. L has a small cat living alone in the backyard. Your dogs can be kept together with the cat." Taylor respectfully asked the man, "Mr. L, is that okay?"
He had just taken off his suit jacket, and his well-built figure was refined and elegant. After glancing at Winnie without saying a word, he tacitly agreed.
Taylor immediately took Winnie to the backyard. In front of a small pink villa, Winnie was slightly blinded. "Is this his cat's house?"
'This was too extravagant!' she exclaimed out of disbelief.
Walking into the spacious villa, a pure white and noble breed of cat lay on top of a cat scratching post. When someone arrived, it coldly glanced, and the cat looked so much like its owner.
Winnie turned around and saw the man standing coldly outside the pink house.
"Aren't you coming in?"
Taylor whispered, "Mr. L loves cats, but he is also allergic to cat fur, so he cannot get close."
"It doesn't make sense. Why is he keeping a cat when he is allergic to it too?" said Winnie, who was surprised at what Taylor has just told her.
The man was mature but with a soul shrouded in secrets. Subconsciously, her fingers brushed over her taut stomach.
"What indecent thoughts are you having, Ms. Winnie?" The man leaned against the door frame, his gaze playfully fixed on her.
Winnie blushed and immediately led the dogs inside. "Hi, kitty, this is Joy and Andy. They will temporarily stay here, so you all need to get along harmoniously."
She even shook hands with the cat and dogs in a decent manner.
"Mr.L, what is your cat's name?" The young woman asked with a raised eyebrow. The man's jaw stiffened.
Taylor laughed. "Mr. L hasn't named the cat yet."
Winnie teased. "Your dad is so lazy. He won't even give you a name. I will give you one."
Her voice was sweet and gentle, showing a different side of her. She was like a little girl.
The man raised an eyebrow, provocatively asking, "What about Winnie? I am the cat's dad, so what am I to you?"
Suddenly, Winnie felt a blush creeping up her face. This mature man always managed to divert the topic.
Winnie couldn't be bothered by his teasing and ignored him completely. "Let's call her Chloe. It sounds noble."
"I think Winnie is not bad either. She is quiet, unlike some girls whose names don't match their personalities." The man casually observed her.
"Hmph." Winnie thought for a moment and immediately turned her head to ask, "What is your name? Let's see if your name matches your personality."
The man's ink-black eyes sparkled with a smile, his mind working quickly. At that moment, Taylor brought the cat toy. "Mr. L, why don't you try playing with the cat? It's okay to play while keeping your distance."
Perhaps he had never done such a thing before. The man took the cat toy and stood far away, stiff and aloof. Winnie mocked him upon seeing his frowning expression.
"If you are so allergic, why do you keep a cat?"
With the small cat toy in his large hand, it suddenly flicked against the young woman's chin. The man leaned in, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice teasing. "I'm not allergic to you, my little cat."
Winnie froze, caught off guard. His ambiguous and low-toned words made her blush. She couldn't believe that he has just compared her to a little cat.
At that moment, he wrapped his strong arm around her, using the cat toy to playfully tease her several times. The man whistled softly, his expression serious. "Will you meow?"
"Huh?" Winnie couldn't believe what he just asked her to do. He was simply a sophisticated and flirtatious snob. She felt that making her meow like a cat felt suggestive of him.
Before Winnie could get angry, the man tactfully withdrew from her. With a playful expression, he turned and walked out. His mood must be good.
Leaving Winnie enveloped in a cloud of ambiguity, she couldn't even look at the cat toy. She thought to herself that this man was a sophisticated snob through and through. His teasing was not at all repulsive, but rather, it made innocent girls blush for a long time.
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