Chapter 822 - 822: A Cold And Cool Cat
The Heiress Strikes Back
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Sharon took a photo of the cat and smiled as she showed it to Wallace.
âHubby, look at this cat. Itâs too cute.â Sharon imitated its furtive appearance and said in a cat-like manner, âThe cat said: Hello, everyone. Iâll perform cat autism for everyone.â
Wallace smiled and looked at Sharonâs cute expression. She sat on the sofa and drank coffee. A lazy kitten walked over with an imposing aura and swaggered to Wallaceâs side.
The kitten jumped lightly onto the chair beside Wallace. Wallace looked at the cat coldly. He didnât expect the cat to be even colder than him. It didnât even look at him before jumping onto the table in front of him. It relaxed and lav
down with its eyes closed.
Wallace seemed to be a little annoyed as he took the coffee and cake to the side, afraid that the cat fur would fall in. The cat heard the sound of cups and plates colliding and rubbing against the table. It opened its eyes in disdain and looked up at Wallace. Then, it lay down in disdain and closed its eyes to sleep.
Sharon found it especially funny when she saw Wallace and the cat despising each other. These two cold guys were acting arrogant and prejudiced.
Sharon knew that Wallace had been scratched by a cat several times when he was young. He felt that the neighborâs cat was very cute then, so he often went to tease it. However, that cat was very fierce and scratched Wallace. From then on, Wallace didnât have a good impression of cats.
Sharon hugged the cat in her arms and smiled at Wallace. âHubby, touch this cat. This cat is super nice to touch.â
Wallace glanced at the kitten and took a sip of coffee. He didnât seem very interested in the kitten. âIâm not touching it anymore. Itâs dirty. Be careful not to be scratched by the cat.â
When the attendant beside him heard Wallaceâs words, she quickly said, âSir, our cats here are very clean. They are showered and vaccinated regularly. Weâre also equipped with a 24-hour new system. Our cats are very docile. You can be rest assured about their hygiene and safety.â
âTouch it.â Sharon grabbed Wallaceâs hand and held it, wanting to place it on the kitten. âLook, touch it like this and follow the direction of its fur. Itâs super soft.â
Just as Wallaceâs hand was about to touch the kitten, he suddenly retracted his hand and rubbed Sharonâs head.
âYouâre annoying!â Sharon tidied her hair that Wallace had messed up and pretended to be angry as she glared at him.
Wallace smiled and took a sip of coffee.
Sharon touched the kitten sleeping on the table. The kitten was sleeping soundly, and its abdomen rose and fell rhythmically. Sharon gently touched the kitten that was like a blanket, unwilling to let go, but she didnât dare to use too much strength, afraid that she would wake it up.
Touching a kitten was like touching a silken brocade, or a large blanket.
The kitten was probably used to being touched and continued sleeping soundly. Beside it, a cat was lying lazily on the carpet, spreading itself into a cat pancake.
When Wallace finished his coffee and put the coffee cup back on the coffee plate, the porcelain coffee cup was very heavy and textured. His hand slipped and the porcelain coffee cup hit the coffee plate heavily with a clang.
After the kitten was woken up, it opened its eyes unhappily. It opened its sleepy eyes and looked around, as if it was looking for a new âbedâ to rest. Then, it suddenly jumped off the table, first to the ground, then to Wallaceâs lap.
Wallace looked at the small white animal on his lap and was a little stunned. The kitten didnât ask Wallaceâs opinion and swaggered down on his lap. After adjusting into a comfortable position, it closed its eyes.
Wallace looked at the fair and heavy thing, which was warm and harmonious on his legs. He felt as if there was a heavy blanket covering his legs. This blanket even had an automatic heating function.
Sharon couldnât help but laugh. She took out her phone and took a photo of this scene.
The cat was lying comfortably on his lap. Wallace didnât know where to put his hands and looked at Sharon for help, his expression strange and cute. He tried to get the cat off his lap. He gave it a tentative push. The cat didnât
budge, so he gave up..