Chapter 357 The Fuzzy Song
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Douglas swept all the fruit from the table into his spatial button. He grinned like a spoiled heir who’d just discovered an unlocked treasury, puffing out his chest with barely concealed pride. “Of course! Endbloom House Auction has shares held by the Boyds. With my clearance, you can see anywhere you like. Shall we go now?”
Sylvara hopped down from the table, grabbed Douglas’s arm as he scampered over, and dragged him toward the door as if wild beasts were at their heels. “Dougie, did your ancestors ever pass down The Fuzzy Song?”
Douglas yelped in surprise. “Sylvie, you know The Fuzz Song?”
Her bargain-bin husband hadn’t spoken up, hadn’t asked her to stay, hadn’t even called her name.
So her disguise remained securely intact, unnoticed.
Instantly, Sylvara’s courage swelled. “Of course I do. I can even sing it.”
Douglas panicked with excitement. “I can sing it too! Want to do it together?”
Sylvara nodded, brimming with enthusiasm. “Sure, sure Let’s do it. On three… One, two, three! Everybody’s got a little fuzz…
“Let me brush your fuzzy stuff!
“What is it that we all have got, soft and warm and never stops…
A human and a beastkin sang at the top of their lungs, completely ignoring the four other people still in the
room.
The door grew closer.
Sylvara’s hand found the handle and pulled it down, but then Agares’s icy voice sliced through from behind. “Ms. Sylvie, don’t you think your plans of becoming a social butterfly and cultivating a whole pond of suitors are something that warrants discussion with your husband?”
The song died instantly.
Becoming a “social butterfly” and “cultivating a pond of suitors” was not the sort of thing one would discuss with a husband.
Especially when she’d loudly announced she was planning to ask him for money to do it.
Heavens, strike me down with lightning. Sylvara lamented internally.
Why was her resistance to all things fluffy and furry lite lly non-existent?
Sylvara kept one arm locked around Douglas, the other pressed firmly on the door handle. She swallowed, turned slowly around, and met her bargain-bin husband’s unfathomable gaze head-on. “That would be unnecessary! Dougie and I just clicked. We were discussing a perfectly legitimate fisheries venture. You know, digging ponds, raising stock, and expanding marine trade. My husband is quite busy, so such trivial matters don’t require his consultation. I can decide myself.
“Once I’ve raised the fish and sold them for profit, then tell him. Oh, right! Phil, for those fruits I auctioned here, transfer four billion to my mentor’s account, I owe him. Send the remainder to my Daddy’s
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Chapter 357 The Fuzzy Song
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account. That’s all! Dougie and I are off to tour Endbloom House Auction now. Bye!”
Without waiting for Agares to respond, she yanked the door open, dragged Douglas out in a flash, and slammed it shut behind her.
As long as she was fast enough, the awkwardness belonged to everyone else.
Douglas, hauled along for quite a distance, blinked his pitch-black eyes in confusion. “Sylvie, no beast is chasing us. Why are we running so fast?”
Sylvara glanced back to make sure no one followed. Satisfied, she struck like lightning and ruffled Douglas’s head.
Douglas was stunned. A sensation like an electric current shot from his crown down through his entire body, leaving him tingling, dizzy, and floating in a daze. He suddenly yearned to be ruffled again.
So this is what panda fur feels like. That thick, silky-soft texture… No wonder, before Earth’s end, people across the globe had dreamed of touching a panda, and so many in Hesperia had vied to become their keepers.
“Sylvie…” Douglas murmured after a long moment, voice full of awe and a hint of a whimper. “I love the way you ruffled my fur. It felt amazing. Could you do it again?”
He lowered his head and nudged her hand.
Happiness struck like a meteor.
Sylvara’s mind swam. Her hand sank into Douglas’s thick hair, giving it a vigorous, loving tousle.
Poof!
With two soft pops, two fan-shaped, black, fluffy ears emerged.
Fireworks seemed to explode before Sylvara’s eyes. Her mind filled with the tune: Everybody’s got a little fuzz, let me brush your fuzzy stuff…
Douglas felt as if he were treading on clouds, buoyant and euphoric. He was just about to shift into his full beast form when a furious roar shattered the moment. “Sweetheart, are you trying to get yourself killed?! You’re over there petting panda ears again!”
Sylvara jolted violently, yanking her hand back. She looked up to see Blake storming toward her, fury blazing, with Agares and Auren following some distance behind.
“Daddy…”
“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. You’ll be the death of me! I told you not to touch a panda’s ears!” Blake strode over, grabbed Sylvara’s arm, and began slapping the back of her hand, eliciting loud smacks. “Let this be a lesson! I’ll see if you dare try me again!”
The sounds of the slaps were sharp, but the sting was absent.
Blake shot Sylvara a fierce look, eyebrows waggling, urging her to leave quickly.
Unaware that the strikes were all sound and no substance, Douglas stepped forward, blocking Blake’s path, and blurted out, “Daddy! Please don’t hit Sylvie! Hit me instead! I asked her to do it! It’s all my fault, all my fault!”
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