"If you don't explain, Sweet Kitty is coming back to the hotel with me today," Sylvan Cheney said calmly.
"No way, you don't have cat food there, it will starve," Jasmine Yale naturally disagreed, "I was just scaring Sweet Kitty, why are you so petty? Besides, don't you hate pets? Why would you let it sleep in your arms?"
"Aren't you raising it like a daughter?"
"Yes."
"Since she's my daughter, what do I hate?"
As he spoke, Sylvan Cheney even stroked Sweet Kitty's fur.
Hmm, very soft.
It felt just like touching Jasmine Yale's hair.
Jasmine Yale didn't react at once; her Sweet Kitty... how had it become his daughter?
Sweet Kitty shifted its body, comfortably sleeping in Sylvan Cheney's arms.
The little one really got used to Sylvan quite well, not shy at all, not even needing Jasmine Yale anymore.
"Sweet Kitty is very well-behaved and clean, but I was afraid you'd dislike it," Jasmine Yale said.
"I won't."
"Oh." That's good then.
