"I understand." Ethan Sterling pressed his forehead against hers, "I just want you to know, even someone like me has tried to cheer you up. If you still don't get better soon, I'll..."
"You'll what?" Seraphina Redgrave raised her eyebrows.
"I'll make your back ache for three days and nights." Ethan smiled wickedly.
Seraphina was speechless.
When will this guy ever stop making dirty jokes anytime, anywhere?
She didn't want to continue this topic, so she rubbed the little cat's head in her arms and suggested, "Let's give it a name."
Since it's staying, it needs a name.
Hearing this, Ethan's expression immediately darkened, his eyes coldly scrutinizing the little cat, "If you dare to name it Little Zach, Little Zane, I'll throw it out at once."
Zachary had just died, and Seraphina surely missed him a lot. If she intended to use this little cat as an emotional substitute...
Humph, he wouldn't give her that chance.
"I wouldn't..."
What's going on in his head every day?
