Iris Yates’s face was incredibly dark. She glared at him with cold, unconcealed disgust. Her lips parted, but she swallowed the curses threatening to spill out.
She couldn’t afford to provoke him; otherwise, she would be the only one to suffer.
"Stay calm. I must stay calm!" she told herself.
William Quinn’s blue eyes flickered slightly. Seeing the blatant revulsion in her gaze, he immediately leaned in and pressed his lips to her eyes. She closed her eyes on reflex, finally hiding the piercing glare that stabbed at his heart.
William kissed her gently. "Baby, let’s go. I’ll take you to see a gift. You’ll definitely like it."
He carried Iris out of the small grove.
Iris, however, suspected that there must be something in this grove he didn’t want her to know about. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have appeared so suddenly and whisked her away in such a hurry. But she didn’t push the issue. He had been leaving the island quite often recently, so she would eventually find an opportunity to investigate.
She had to figure out exactly what kind of secret he was hiding in this little grove.
Carrying Iris, William returned to the castle and pushed open a door.
"MEOW."
As soon as the door opened, a soft meow rang out.
"Baby, look!" William beamed at her with delight. "It’s a kitten. A very cute little kitten."
He set her down, then leaned over to scoop up the kitten and presented it right in front of her. It was a Ragdoll with exceptionally fluffy fur, big blue eyes, and a large tail that swayed gently back and forth.
"MEOW."


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