Zephyr wanted to be with her a little longer…

Cordelia blushed. She remembered that this was what she had told him previously.

Zephyr looked at her quietly and smiled, grabbing her bare shoulder that was exposed…

Zephyr woke up early in the morning and saw that Cordelia was still sleeping. He got up gently and went to warm up the soup Helen had made in advance in the kitchen.

Recently, Helen was coming up with all sorts of tricks to nourish Cordelia, and the latter had to drink soup several times a day.

Despite that, Cordelia seemed to still be as fragile.

Zephyr chuckled and heard meowing as soon as he went to the kitchen.

The kitchen window faced the front of the house. A fat tabby cat hopped up the window sill and stretched, facing the sunlight.

The fat tabby was a regular in Royal Manor.

issue if it would make it. Cordelia took care of it and even made it a home on the porch. The cat seemed to be aware and ate more day by day, repaying Cordelia’s effort with its

went out, it would prance over with a high tail and

but since Cordelia liked it, he let the

the window open and took the initiative to greet it for the first time

stopped stretching

scoffed and rolled his eyes at it. Fine, if it was

fat paw lingered by the window

the kitchen. He scooped a bowl of soup and left it on the window sill. If it had been any other day, he would be reluctant to take care of the

going to turn away when he saw the tabby cat sniffing the bowl of soup and hopping right

froze. What

tabby cat was usually a foodie, yet

disappeared as doubt furrowed his brows. He looked

“Zephyr?”

from behind. “Why are you standing frozen in

slightly disheveled hair and groggy eyes. The flush on her

slowly and pressed

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