Sophia had made a mistake; she shouldn’t have taken that selfie with Claude the other day. Claude must’ve misunderstood her because of that selfie, and Sophia swore to God that she had only wanted to annoy Michael. She really had no feelings for Claude at all.
“Uh… Haha… Thank you…” She was embarrassed, but Claude had already made the soup and brought it over. It wouldn’t do for her to just turn it down, so she laughed awkwardly as she took the soup in her hands.
That jerk of a boy, Nathan, didn’t even call her his mother anymore. Any time someone came over, he’d call her a distant cousin; he had even vanished without a trace, leaving only Stanley behind while he watched his drama and stroked the cat. However, Nathan wasn’t the reason why the atmosphere at the moment was so awkward.
“I don’t think it’s that convenient for you to move your hands—let me feed you.” In a gentle manner, Claude opened up the container of soup, scooped up a spoonful and blew on it slightly before bringing it up to Sophia’s mouth.
If it hadn’t been for the military uniform he had on, Sophia wouldn’t have associated him with the Fletchers. He primarily did clerical work in the army, so when he reined in his dominating aura, he looked rather polite and soft.
“No, no… I can’t let you go all that extra mile for me. I’ll feed myself, yeah…” Sophia hastily took the spoon while carefully making sure that she didn’t make any physical contact with Claude.
Sophia had only eaten a few spoonfuls of soup when she felt her face burn; perhaps the soup was too hot. Between sips of soup, she would look up at Claude and see him smile at her. That smile was truly gentle and pretty.
What a beautiful man!
His lovely eyes gazed at Sophia while he smiled gently again. Sophia’s face reddened even more, and the air was unusually tense.
She looked at Stanley from the corner of her eyes. Hey there, stupid—why aren’t you bailing me out of here?
Stanley didn’t understand Sophia’s wishes at all. To him, Claude was practically a wimp. How could he possibly be a match against Michael? Michael already had his claws in Sophia; if Claude thought that he could worm his way in, then he was still years away from actually being able to do it! Sophia was fated to be with Michael forever! If Sophia wouldn’t even take a second look at Stanley, how would she take a shine to this wimp named Claude?
The large ginger cat seemed to have heard Sophia’s prayers as it wriggled out of Stanley’s arms and plodded its chubby body over into Claude’s arms.
“Hm? This cat is adorable. Is he yours?” Claude asked as he held the cat.
“Yep. He’s a present from my dad. His name is Chrysanthemum.”
Chrysanthemum…
Chrysanthemum was a large, ginger cat with yellow and white stripes; it had a body with rolls of fat. When one factored in his long fur, the cat looked rather like a puffy dandelion whenever he ran, so that was how the cat came to be called Chrysanthemum.
Claude held Chrysanthemum and stroked him before he made a remark everyone made whenever they met the cat.
“Wow, he’s heavy.”
Chrysanthemum stared right at Sophia, wanting to eat her soup.
Claude pulled out a small packet of cat food from his pocket. “I heard that you wanted to bring your cat over to stay with you at the hospital during my last visit, so I brought some cat food with me this time.”
He poured the kibble into his palm; Chrysanthemum reached over and began to eat.
Claude lowered his gaze, his eyes tender as his slender fingers stroked Chrysanthemum’s orange fur. “Easy now, Chrysanthemum. If you get any fatter, I won’t be able to carry you!”
Sophia secretly looked at him while she ate her soup.
Oh, what a gentle and beautiful man! He’s so tender toward cats! He’s so attentive as well! Claude even brought some cat food along with him when he heard that I was going to bring my cat over! Why are the Fletchers’ genes so damn fine? Ahh!
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