Chapter 19
Jason stared at Nina, his expression a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Look out for me? Seriously?” He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “That cat’s literally throwing ‘paw punches’ and schooling me like I’m a rookie!”
The chat exploded with relentless teasing, mercilessly roasting both Jason and Nina.
[Nina can’t even understand the cat. She’s just making stuff up now.]
[Protection? Like some kind of mob protection racket?]
[Where’s the logic? Stop acting all mysterious!]
Nina ignored the flood of comments and pressed forward. “Do you have a live-in housekeeper named Cecile?”
Jason blinked, clearly caught off guard. “How do you know that?”
She nodded toward the Calico Cat curled up on his lap. “Taro told me.”
Jason’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Wait, you know my fur baby’s name?”
Nina shrugged casually. “Your cat introduced herself, literally. And I even know your name. You’re—”
“Jason Sinclair,” he cut in quickly.
Jason’s tone shifted, suddenly more serious but tinged with resignation. “Okay, okay, I believe you can talk to animals. Please, I surrender. Just don’t spill all my secrets.”
He hadn’t expected this at all. Joining the stream on a whim, after someone had shared Nina’s live video in their group chat, had seemed like a harmless joke at first. The phrase ‘animal communicator’ had caught his eye, but now, faced with Nina’s uncanny knowledge, he felt completely exposed. He was practically pleading for mercy.
Nina smiled warmly and gave a gentle command to the Calico Cat. “Taro, stand up.”
Without hesitation, the cat leapt off Jason’s lap, stretching gracefully on screen.
“Good girl,” Nina cooed softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you sort this out today.”
Taro responded eagerly, wagging her tail with a calmness that was a stark contrast to her earlier restlessness.
Jason looked genuinely shaken. “Why is she listening to you like that? Is she even my cat anymore?”
Just then, a familiar voice came from beside him. “Mr. Sinclair, breakfast’s ready. Will you be eating in the restaurant today, or hiding from the cat again?”
Jason glanced at Nina and sighed heavily. “I have to hide in my room just to eat breakfast away from my own fur baby. It’s pathetic.”
Nina lowered her voice, offering a quick solution. “Tell Cecile to bring breakfast here.”
Jason blinked, surprised by the suggestion.
“Trust me,” Nina added with a confident smile. “This time, the kitty won’t mess with your plate.”
Shortly after, Cecile entered the room carrying breakfast. She arranged the tray carefully and cast a concerned glance toward Taro, who was still nearby. “Mr. Sinclair, would you like me to take the cat out?”
Jason shook his head. “Taro’s behaving pretty well today.”
The cat was curled up peacefully in his lap, quiet and still, not making any attempts to jump onto the table.
Cecile’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she silently left the room.
Jason inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the home-cooked meal. “Man, living overseas hasn’t been easy. Nothing beats real home cooking.” He picked up his fork, ready to dig in.
Suddenly, Nina’s voice cut through the moment. “Call the police right now. Someone’s tampered with your food.”
Jason’s fork clattered loudly onto the plate as he jumped up, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the meal.
The chat erupted.
[Not gonna lie, this streamer’s got a wild story. Loving it!]
[Look at them—handsome actor, fancy mansion. All for this livestream drama.]


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