Aurelia Shaw hung up the phone and walked towards the bathroom, suddenly remembering something.
She turned back and put a chair in front of the door.
Then she locked the window.
Passing by the bed, Aurelia squatted down and petted the cat, "You're doing well today. If there's another old creep coming in later, scratch him like you did before. He's thick-skinned and won't mind the scratches, got it, Snowball?"
"Meow~"
The cat's name is James, what on earth is Snowball? This noble cat would never want to be called Snowball.
"You like the name Snowball too, right? Snowball, hmm... Although you're not entirely white, you have some white fur at least."
Aurelia's almond-shaped eyes curved as she gently rubbed Snowball's fur.
She would never admit calling him Snowball just for convenience.
If Caspian Parker knew that his noble-bred cat was given such a commoner name, he might be infuriated to death.
After taking a shower, Aurelia lay back in bed to sleep.
