Chapter 1271: The White Cat Who Accidentally Entered an Unfamiliar Environment
Henry Fletcher narrowed his eyes slightly, and suspected the truth in what this woman, Iris Cooper, was saying.
"Your name." Henry Fletcher’s patience seemed to finally have run out, and he spat out four impatient words.
"Oh, me? Aurelia Shaw." Aurelia Shaw was evasive whenever she could be; the further away she could stay from Henry Fletcher, the better. He was a pervert, a lunatic!
Henry Fletcher’s brow furrowed slightly. What’s going on? Why did he feel that this woman was extremely disgusted with him, and was deliberately keeping her distance?
Would an entertainment industry woman with no background really act this way?
How many true words has Iris Cooper actually spoken?
"Eh—" Aurelia Shaw’s gaze was suddenly attracted by another cute little creature. A white cat jumped in through the window, with bewildering stardust-like blue eyes, gazing around as if it had accidentally strayed into a place it didn’t belong.
Aurelia Shaw’s eyes instantly brightened. She didn’t notice Henry Fletcher’s eyes softened in an instant, as she took the cat into her arms. The cat amiably nuzzled her chin, then tilted its head up to lick her twice.
Aurelia Shaw burst into laughter, her peach blossom eyes curved, for a moment forgetting to keep her distance from Henry Fletcher, and without caring about her image, she laughed and showed off to Henry Fletcher, "Hey! Look, this cat doesn’t seem unfamiliar at all. It’s rare for a cat to be so friendly to strangers."
Henry Fletcher was momentarily dazed at her smiling face, his heart pained for a second, the instinct suggesting that he had seen such a smile somewhere before.
Very, familiar feeling.
Aurelia Shaw rarely pays attention to her image. People might call her a lady when she goes out, but in reality, she hasn’t received any etiquette training. She spent her childhood in bars, getting into fights, and lived alone in the foreign lands of M Nation for three years. Her demeanor is occasionally carefree; when she’s happy, she likes to share with those around her, not caring what others say about her.
In any case, too many people dislike her, and even if she cared, she couldn’t please everyone.
"Women should pay attention to their image," Henry Fletcher frowned and said, still wearing a lifeless expression, lacking any emotion.
Suddenly, the cat jumped out of Aurelia Shaw’s embrace, leaped through the window, and ran outside.
This was the second floor, and although cats are highly capable jumpers, Aurelia Shaw’s heart skipped a beat. She hurried to the window and looked outside.
She saw the cat leap onto a nearby tree, then effortlessly jump to the ground, turn back, and meow at her obediently, rubbing its head on the ground and rolling around playfully.
How could Aurelia Shaw resist such temptation? She dislikes dogs as much as she loves cats. But usually, ordinary cats don’t catch her eye, yet somehow, she especially likes this one; she couldn’t look away after just one glance.
She propped her hand on the window sill and flipped herself outside.
Henry Fletcher’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly standing up swiftly, watching her jump onto the opposite tree, then easily leap to the ground, and walk smilingly toward the cat. He subconsciously exhaled, and his brow furrowed again.
It was the first time he had seen such an unrefined and spontaneous star.
"Little kitty, come here." Aurelia Shaw approached the white cat slowly, afraid to scare it. There were complicated and numerous people coming and going here. Such a cute and gentle white cat might catch the eye of some rich girl who’d wish to take it home.
This cat’s fur was smooth, not like a stray cat. It should have an owner.
Just as Aurelia Shaw’s fingers were about to touch the white cat, the cat, which she had just praised for its docility, slipped past beneath her fingers and ran away.