Lucy's coughing fit finally subsided as she accepted the water from Cillian. She downed it in one swift gulp. She then shot him a mock accusing glare. "This is all your fault. I wouldn't have choked if I hadn't been talking to you!"

Looking at her playful stare, Cillian could not help but feel a tad sheepish. He averted his eyes.

The rest of the dinner passed in peaceful silence, with both of them finishing their meal without further incident.

After dinner, Lucy rose to clear the dishes, but Cillian stopped her. "Leave the dishes to me. You head upstairs, relax a bit, and maybe take a nap-whatever you like."

Lucy touched her cheek, feeling a bit guilty. "I can't let you cook and clean. I'll be totally spoiled at this rate."

With a resigned shake of his head, Cillian insisted, "You shouldn't be dealing with water and soap. That'll roughen your hands, and not even the best hand cream will be able to fix that." Lucy always marveled at how thoughtful Cillian was. He was the epitome of a caring guy.

she was about to compliment him on being such a wonderful person, something yanked at her pant leg. Glancing down, she discovered a charming munchkin kitten with its stubby legs. After its little tug, the kitten

the ground with its front paws, the kitten let out a couple of

scooped up the little furball, and gazed into its eyes with warmth. "What brought you to

with Little Milton! I've been searching everywhere for him. He seems to really like you,

aback, holding the kitten that seemed anything but shy. She had assumed from

back to her room and returned with something in her hand, which

you're fond of Little Milton, take him for a stroll. He's been super restless, probably because I skipped our walk

examined the leash in her

nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely, I

a smile, Lucy secured the leash on Little Milton and waved goodbye. "Off we go,

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