Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353 Pet Him

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“No, I’m not, I didn’t!” Douglas blurted out, panic writte all over his face. “Don’t twist my words. Our beastkin laws are strict. And we believe in free love. True love can break rules.”

Sylvara was speechless.

Who said she was in love with him?

True love with who, exactly?

Blake was speechless.

He shifted in his chair.

Is this guy some hidden master, a low key Kung Fu Panda?

Agares’ eyes flashed coldly. His expression stayed unchanged, but the chill radiating from him was suffocating. “You claim beastkin law is strict, then talk about free love and true love breaking rules. Forgive me for doubting your country’s sense of justice.”

Sylvara was speechless.

Why did it feel like her bargain bin husband was throwing shade?

The fluffy little kitty was not wrong.

Respecting freedom of marriage and freedom of love were ancient traditions.

Why can’t he speak normally?

Why drag the courts into this?

Blake was speechless.

This kid’s emotional intelligence is a disaster.

No, worse. He has IQ but zero EQ.

Auren was speechless too.

That’s our Commander, the Light of the Empire.

Always facts and logic. Never emotional tricks.

Under the icy pressure of the Troya Empire’s Commander, Douglas held his ground. “That’s how it is. Our ancestors advocated free marriage and free love. When you encounter true love, you charge forward

without fear.”

The corner of Agares’ mouth twitched into a cold smile Your ancestors promoted free marriage and free love. They did not promote destroying someone else’s marriage. And they certainly did not instruct you, after leaving ancient Earth three thousand years ago, to bandon your Hesperian caretakers and mutate into beastkin.”

His words were blades.

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Chapter 353 Pet Him

Each sentence cut deep.

Each line drew blood.

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He dismantled the stubborn national treasure descendant panda cub piece by piece, leaving him speechless.

Phil, who had been ignored until now, raised a hand and interjected, “I’ve rewritten the agreement. Everyone, let’s sign it.”

Sylvara looked at the pitiful kitty. As a Hesperian who had never even cleaned panda poop for a cub, her sympathy burst out. She changed expressions instantly, faster than flipping a page. “Sure, let’s sign. Where’s the pen? Pen?”

She pulled out a chair and sat down.

But…

Her collar tightened. Someone lifted her up.

Before she could react, she was placed into the seat Agares had been using earlier.

Agares took her original seat, stared straight at Douglas, and said firmly with no room for argument, “Mr. Douglas, put your ears away. During business negotiations, displaying your ears is not only unseemly, it is inappropriate.”

Sylvara, now sitting in the wrong chair, finally understood.

Her bargain bin husband was afraid she would sell land and pay damages just to pet the kitty.

One word and he switched seats so she would be farther from those fuzzy ears?

No need. She had principles.

She just wanted to pet the fluff.

She would not sacrifice her own interests for a few strokes.

Douglas, stunned, had the furry black ears sticking out of his white hair twitch again and again.

Sylvara saw his ears twitch and her eyes lit up.

She sat up straight, completely forgetting her vow about not trading profit for fluff.

All she could see were those twitching black ears. Her resistance dropped to zero. Her health bar emptied instantly.

Wanna pet. Wanna pet. Can’t stop wanting to pet.

Agares watched her from the corner of his eye. The pressure around him intensified, cold air rolling out.

It was so cold that Douglas almost shrank back. He stammered, flustered and wronged, “Sorry, sorry. I’ll hide them. Right away.”

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