Chapter 134
"After finishing three slices of pizza, Dakota arrived with three kittens in tow.
"What are their names?" Cassie asked, cradling one of the kittens.
"They don't have names yet," Joseph Hernandez glanced at her and the kittens, and then, as if struck by inspiration, said, "But I've thought of some now; let’s call them Cassie, Tiny Tilt, and Tiny Heart."
Cassie was speechless. "Why use my name?"
"It just came to me—easy to use, easy to remember," Joseph said, then headed to his study.
The nanny walked over with a beaming smile, "Ah, young love."
Cassie thought to herself sarcastically, "Blind much, aren’t we? Where's the love she's seeing?"
Not daring to engage any further with the nanny, Cassie swiftly moved her things to another vacant guest room upstairs.
By ten o'clock, Joseph Hernandez had not left his study. Cassie figured he must be busy with a case, reflecting on how complicated her own legal troubles had become. Out of a sense of apology, she went to the kitchen to make a bowl of oatmeal and knocked on his door.
"Come in."
With his permission, she entered, oatmeal in hand. He was, as usual, poring over documents, his handsome features illuminated in the glow of the desk lamp.
"I was worried you might be hungry..." she said, approaching him with the bowl.
"Hungry after three slices of pizza?" Joseph raised an eyebrow.
Caught off guard, Cassie realized she had forgotten. "Maybe you could still have a little?"
She set the oatmeal down, and then Joseph pulled her down to sit on his lap. Her heart raced, and she felt a bit perplexed by his increasing desire to hold her.
"Do you miss me? Is that why you brought the oatmeal?" he murmured close to her ear.
The intimacy of his breath sent a current running through her body, leaving her feeling both utterly perplexed and speechless. "I was just trying to show my gratitude," she managed to say, struggling with his romantic imagination.
This translation has been tailored to fit American cultural references, using colloquial language to ensure the dialogue sounds natural and coherent for an American readership.
"Do you actually expect me to believe that?" Joseph Hernandez's eyes screamed 'nice try, scam artist' without uttering a single word.
Cassie remained silent, caught off-guard.
Alright then, Laura Miller had drawn him an enticing picture, a picture of undying affection. Talk about headaches.
"Are you working on my case?" she deflected, attempting to change the subject.
In truth, Joseph wasn't. The petty case wasn't worth his overtime. He'd rather pore over the profit statements from his investment firm. But inexplicably, he found himself nodding unconsciously, sliding her case files closer with a feigned look of concern. "This lawsuit of yours is quite tricky. Robert has deleted a lot of the evidence to protect Alexander."
Cassie tensed up at his words. "Is there any chance of winning?"
"Losing? That's not a feeling I'm familiar with." Joseph's expression remained indifferent, but his deep, confident voice carried an air of arrogance.
Cassie was at a loss for words.
Though, she had to admit, his assured presence was rather attractive, especially for someone whose looks were already at their peak.
Joseph noticed Cassie staring at him with unabashed intensity, almost like an infatuated admirer, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. Couldn't the woman show a little self-control? He was trying to work, after all."
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