Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 She Runs Away

“Meow-”

A tiny cat’s cry came from outside. Rosalie followed it and stepped out.

Sixto was there under the windowsill, digging his head into the snow.

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Startled, Rosalie quickly scooped him up. Something heavy slipped out and fell at her feet.

She rubbed Sixto’s head, tucked him close against her chest, and bent down to see what had dropped.

When she opened the hide, her eyes widened in shock.

So much money! Where did this even come from?

Sixto rubbed his fluffy head against her chin. Overjoyed, Rosalie lifted him and kissed his cute little face repeatedly, her eyes shining.

“Good Sixto. You’re such a good kitty!”

It was exactly 600 coins-enough to clear the system’s debt.

Once she got the money back from Julien someday, she could return it to the original owner.

After using Sixto’s find to settle her debt with the system, Rosalie finally let out a relieved sigh. At least she wasn’t a deadbeat anymore.

“Matriarch, why are you up?”

Cameron rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing her ear.

Maybe she’d listened to him talk too much in the afternoon. Now, just hearing his voice made Rosalie blush as certain unspeakable memories came flooding back.

Cameron wrapped an arm around her waist. Rosalie squirmed a bit-her waist was still sore. She really couldn’t take any more.

“Meow!”

A sharp, piercing yowl rang out. Sixto suddenly jumped from Rosalie’s arms and scratched Cameron’s neck, leaving a deep scratch.

Cameron glared at Sixto. That damn cat always ruined his and Rosalie’s moments!

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He covered the wound and looked at Rosalic pitifully.

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Rosalie picked Sixto up and said sternly, “Sixto, how can you scratch people? You’re punished- sleep alone in the room tonight!”

She didn’t care whether a cat could understand her or not. Even pets had to be punished when they did something wrong.

Ignoring Sixto’s struggles, Rosalie grabbed the scruff of his neck and tossed him into Cameron’s

room.

Then she cleaned the blood from Cameron’s neck with the hide and sprinkled some medicinal powder on it.

The cut wasn’t deep. It just looked worse because of the blood.

Seeing her concern, Cameron took the chance to pull her into his arms, breathing in her soft,

sweet scent.

In the darkness, he smiled smugly.

Stinky cat, think you can beat me? I’m a fox!

The next morning, Rosalie groggily climbed out of bed, feeling unusually exhausted lately.

Someone knocked at the door. Cameron was still lying behind her, his arm around her waist.

A small, confused voice came from outside, “Mom, why can’t I just go in?”

Grace whispered, “Rosalie is sleeping with her husband. We can’t just walk in.”

Rosalie’s cheeks burned. How could Grace say that in front of a kid?!

But Christopher didn’t care. He barreled in like a cannonball and flung himself into her arms, clutching her neck with tearful eyes. “I don’t want that! When I grow up, I can be Rosalie’s husband too!”

Cameron sat up and poked Christopher’s forehead. “Brat. She’s your godmother. She can’t be your Matriarch!”

Hit with that truth, Christopher sniffled and buried his face against her chest.

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