My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 492

"This is not my cat," Derek said slowly in a languid voice.

His hoarse voice broke the strange silence. The cat turned to look at him, and then it shook its tail with the arrogance owned by a cat.

The waitress turned her head and met Derek's face. She looked into his deep eyes and seemed to be lost in thought and a little mesmerized.

The girl blushed.

She slowly withdrew her hand. She did not think about how strange the black cat was. She seemed to have a crush on Derek. She was not clear-minded now.

The black cat hadn't eaten for a long time. Instead of looking at Derek, it lowered its head and licked the delicious cake bit by bit.

Derek didn't mind his food being eaten by the cat.

His blue eyes were full of thought, and he patiently watched the cat eating the cake in front of him, as if he was observing and thinking in his heart. Suddenly, he reached out and took the cake off the lawn.

It was like a prank, but it was also like a test.

While the cat was enjoying itself, Derek took the delicious food from its mouth.

The cat seemed to hate people disturbing its meal and flew into a rage. It raised its claws, and its fur stood up. It meowed at Derek, then pounced on him and scratched him.

The cat's claws were sharp. Derek's white shirt sleeve was scratched. There was a faint trace of blood oozing out.

The waitress next to him was startled and screamed in fear.

She was so scared that she immediately retreated. She was afraid that the black cat was scary. The cat's claws made Derek bleed.

Derek had a slow personality, but he reacted quickly.

The next second, he grabbed the back of the cat's neck. The black cat was caught and was not as powerful as before. It was carried in mid-air by Derek.

It turned its head. Its golden pupils showed its anger. It glared at Derek and meowed sharply like a provoked spirit.

Derek's large, fair and slender hand directly grabbed the cat's neck and controlled it. There was no expression on Derek's face. Under the morning light, his delicate and handsome features and his beautiful blue eyes could be seen clearly. Everything about him was gentle and harmless, handsome.

But the strength in his hands was enough to kill the screaming cat in an instant.

This made the waitress in the restaurant even more stunned. They had always felt that this beautiful man, this gentle and slow-tempered man, should be a man who did not know how to handle daily affairs. It seemed that he had been secluded from the world.

But his reaction just now was swift and direct. How could he be a harmless man?

"Is it dead?"

Her voice trembled as she asked, her eyes no longer daring to fix on the beautiful man in front of her.

The black cat was pinched on Derek's fair and slender right hand. The cat stopped struggling and lowered its tail as if it had lost its breath.

Without any pity, he killed a little creature in an instant.

This beautiful man, at this moment, seemed to be terrifying. The more beautiful and mysterious things were, the more dangerous they were. The girl screamed in her heart.

Derek suddenly felt tired and sleepy. He closed his eyes lazily and sighed.

He seemed to have lost interest in the black cat that had attacked him just now and threw it to the left.

Then the black cat seemed to have come back to life in an instant. It jumped in the air and landed steadily.

Was this cat pretending to be dead just now?

The waitress looked at the cat in surprise and then at the beautiful man. The man and the cat were both really... strange.

Derek felt that he could no longer have his rest here. He felt a little pity. He liked to sleep under this tree.

He got up and didn't even pat the grass and dust on his pants. His hair was messy. He looked as if he would fall asleep at any time. He wandered off in the other direction, looking for a place where he could sleep undisturbed.

"Sir, your hand is injured."

"There's blood oozing from your white shirt on your left hand."

The waitress who stood on the lawn did not dare to chase after him, but when she saw the beautiful man injured, she could not help but shout to remind him, "You were scratched by a cat and bled. You must go for the vaccination. You may get rabies. You must deal with the wound. Don't you feel pain?"

Derek, who was walking ahead, paused.

He lowered his head slowly and raised his left hand. There was indeed a scratch in his white shirt. The black cat's claws were unusually sharp. His hand was scratched and was bleeding. The wound was not big, but the cut was quite deep, and dark red blood kept oozing out.

His blood stained his white shirt sleeves, and the smell of blood wafted into the air.

Such a deep cut and dark red blood might indicate that the cat's claws were poisonous and should hurt.

"I don't feel it."

Derek turned to look at the strange waitress and said to her.