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.

pitiful frail stray that had yet to wean. It was an 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

prance over with a high

always been indifferent about the furry little animal, but since Cordelia

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

it stopped stretching and looked haughty, slipping

eyes at it. Fine, if it was going

cat’s fat paw lingered by the window like it was coming in yet did not

eat in the kitchen. He scooped a bowl of soup and left it on the window sill. If it had

he saw the tabby cat sniffing the bowl of soup and hopping

What was the

usually a

smile Zephyr wore slowly disappeared as doubt furrowed his brows. He looked at the soup in his hand and suddenly had

“Zephyr?”

came from behind. “Why are you standing

the sight of her leaning against the kitchen door with slightly disheveled hair and groggy eyes. The flush on her cheeks had yet to subside, and her pajamas

pressed a kiss on

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