The faint smile at the corner of Hugh's lips completely vanished. He had never intended for Serena to repay the full amount.
But Serena had already come to terms with it.
She took Snuggle to the cat room cheerfully.
The cat room wasn't very big. It had been converted from a study.
Cat trees and climbing platforms were mounted all over the walls, angled this way and that, along with tunnels and slides.
The litter box was placed right outside the bathroom door. Snuggle was free to use the toilet or the litter. So all bases had been covered.
Not to mention the floor was scattered with plush toys and a little robotic arm dangling a fluttering feather.
The moment Snuggle walked in, it was completely enthralled. It rolled from one side of the room to the other, darting back and forth, meowing non-stop.
It was having the time of its life.
Serena walked over to a built-in cabinet. Inside were all of Snuggle's favorite foods—kibble, canned treats, fish oil, some basic medicines, even dewormers neatly lined up like a pet clinic's inventory.
It was better stocked than most veterinary clinics.
Hugh didn't come in. He stood at the doorway and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"
"No, everything's here." Serena's hand rested lightly on the glass cabinet door.
She had once imagined that if she ever got a cat or dog, she'd give it its own room, filled with toys and treats. But she'd never thought of preparing medicine, or having multiple collars in different designs.
Yet, Hugh had thought of all of it.
He'd never owned a cat before. Did he really do all this just for Snuggle?
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