Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 166

Serena's nose was buried against Hugh's chest. It had a scent of the cold night air.

But his warmth seeped through.

It had been a long time since she had thrown herself into someone's embrace. For a moment, she was dazed-until the arm around her waist tightened slightly.

"What's wrong?"

The concern in his voice pulled her back to reality. Serena snapped out her reverie-finding the cat was more important!

She had forgotten to close the door earlier, and the little cat wasn't on the rooftop. That meant it must have slipped into the elevator and gone downstairs.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she quickly stepped back from his embrace and reached out to press the button for the first floor.

"I went down to take out the trash earlier and forgot to close the door. The cat might have run off."

"What does it look like?" Hugh asked.

"A little calico. Its right ear is all warm orange, about this big." Serena stretched out her arm, her fair wrist exposed, gesturing a rough size.

Hugh glanced at what she was wearing. It was cold at night. And she hadn't even thought to put on a coat.

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the first floor, before Serena could step out, Hugh had already propped his suitcase against the side and draped his jacket over her shoulders.

he was only wearing a

at night,

got back. I'm

up his sleeves, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings as he started searching around

refuse, she

oversized jacket, Serena bent down and

the flower beds, circling back and forth. Just as Serena was considering whether to

toward

from the depths of the flower beds, brushing aside some branches in his way. In his hand,

and watery, its limbs flailing anxiously-probably frightened by the elevator and

"This one?"

his long strides. His silk shirt was a mess, snagged and

frozen in

the kitten gently in her arms before silently brushing

Mr. Larson looked

Zach had never

that she had fed for several days. She had even prepared to get it neutered and dewormed, ready to send it to

for days. She had asked Zach to help look for it, only to receive a casual reply, his voice barely focused, mixed with

outside for so long? It'll be fine. Just don't catch

the side of the road. Its body mangled,

frozen, trembling form, gently

had thought it was just fate.