Chapter 13
“Julian, are you sure it’s okay for you to spend the whole day here with Muffin?”
Eliza brought over a coffee with a cat–shaped latte art on top.
“It’s fine,” Julian smiled, unable to resist rubbing Muffin’s belly again.
After taking the kitten to be neutered that day, they’d naturally decided to keep it temporarily at Eliza’s coffee shop.
Despite wearing the Elizabethan collar, the cat still managed to eat voraciously, earning the name
“Muffin.”
Since that day, Julian seemed to have attached himself to both her and the shop–arriving before
opening and reluctantly leaving at closing time.
Thanks to Julian and Muffin, business was thriving. Eliza, who had planned a quiet life, now found
herself busy from morning till night.
“Eliza, still haven’t found a place to live?” he asked.
She shook her head with a sigh. “None of the places I’ve seen feel right. So yeah, I’m still staying in the shop.” She stretched and rubbed her shoulder. “That foldout bed’s awful, and poor Muffin can only curl up at my feet.”
Julian paused. “You know, my place is pretty spacious. If you don’t mind, you could stay there.”
‘Julian… I…” she was about to refuse.
For some reason, the memory of their first meeting flashed through her mind.
And somehow, she changed her answer. “Okay…”
‘Really?” Julian looked unbelievable, his handsome features lighting up with joy.
Eliza blushed and looked away.
Julian smiled. “We’ll go after you close up today. No need to wait.”
Chapter 13
He headed for the loft to help pack her things. “Only two hours until closing. Let’s get everything ready and head over.”
Seeing his enthusiasm, Eliza laughed.
“We still need time to move all of Muffin’s things!”
Standing on the stairs, he turned and winked. “No need–I’ve already prepared everything.”
Eliza froze. It seemed like he’d been planning this all along…
Meanwhile, at the Harris mansion.
Mr. Hayes carefully and respectfully presented a report to Liam and his grandmother.
One glance at the black and white text nearly caused his grandmother to faint.
Liam stared at the words, his knuckles white as he gripped the paper.
“DNA Results: Liam Harris has no genetic relationship to the fetus.”
“Hah.” A cold laugh escaped him as the crumpled report fluttered to the floor.
Unidentifiable emotions swirled in Liam’s eyes. Seeing this, Hayes quickly stepped forward: “Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris, please don’t worry. I’ll handle this woman and the child. She won’t trouble the
Harris family again!”
A smile curved Liam’s lips, his bloodshot eyes filled with ruthlessness.
“No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Hayes. This woman… the Harris family will deal with her
personally.”
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