A few minutes later.
The still-shaken Aurelia Shaw sat down on the sofa, with a lazy cat sprawled on her lap, yawning lazily.
It stayed on her lap, refusing to leave...
Earlier, this little fellow had suddenly pounced and scared her, and now, it was clinging to her.
Gently scratching the cat's chin, Aurelia looked up at Caspian Parker, "Let's continue what we were talking about earlier. Why did you suddenly leave back then?"
Caspian looked at the scene of a woman and a cat before him, his heart somewhat melted by the cuteness.
His lips instinctively curled into a gentle smile.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand.
There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, "There was a problem with my hand."
"Huh?" His voice was soft, but Aurelia still heard it. Her gaze also fell on Caspian's hand, a complex expression in her eyes, "What happened to your hand?"
