The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 444

"Yeah." Hilda nodded.

She eased herself down onto the couch.

But just then, a flash of gray darted out from under the coffee table.

Hilda froze as she locked eyes with a cat perched on the sofa; panic surged through her, and she screamed, leaping to her feet and scrambling to the far side of the room.

Citrine was filling a glass of water in the kitchen when she heard the commotion in the living room. She rushed over, only to see her Maine Coon arching its back and hissing at Hilda from the couch.

Citrine couldn't help but laugh, both amused and exasperated. She never would have guessed Hilda was afraid of cats, but seeing how shaken she was, Citrine quickly crossed the room and gently patted Hilda's back to calm her. "Don't worry —it's just my cat. He doesn't bite, I promise."

"He loves sneaking up on people for fun. Pulls this little prank on me all the time. I'm really sorry he startled you."

Turning to the cat, Citrine's tone grew a shade firmer. "Happy, that's not nice. Apologize."

To Hilda's amazement, the Maine Coon immediately sat up straight on the sofa, raised both paws, and made a gesture that looked suspiciously like a little bow.

She hadn't expected the cat to actually understand.

face and grinned. "I watched a bunch of videos about communicating with cats online.

Citrine made a shooing motion. Though Happy looked a bit put out, he obediently wiggled his fluffy tail and

gone, Hilda's

of regret washed over her. She wondered if her panicked

seem bothered by the incident at all, so Hilda let

finally, Hilda broke the silence. “Citrine,

moved back in with the Carmichaels a little

Hilda said, a

with a calm, almost indifferent expression.

her face clouded with

brow furrowed and she asked abruptly, "If

wasn't naive.

for her-the affection was obvious. That

years

had given her up.

knew who the other was,