Chapter 151
Gwyneth buried her face in Harrison’s chest. Even though he smelled like cold wind, his body was warm.
It had been so long since someone held her like this. She zoned out for a moment until the hand on her back tightened.
“What’s wrong?” Harrison asked, his voice laced with worry. That snapped Gwyneth back to reality.
Gwyneth came to her senses, refocusing on the urgent matter–finding the cat. She had left the door open earlier. The kitten wasn’t on the roof, so she figured it had slipped into the elevator and gone downstairs.
She pulled away, a bit embarrassed, and pressed the lobby button. “I forgot to close the door when I took out the trash. The kitten probably ran downstairs.”
“What kind of cat?” Harrison asked.
“A small calico. Its right ear is completely warm orange. About this big,” Gwyneth said, stretching out her arm to show the size.
Harrison looked at her thin outfit. The night was freezing. And she hadn’t put on a coat.
The elevator soon reached the lobby. Before Gwyneth could step out, Harrison moved his luggage aside and draped his coat over her shoulders.
Gwyneth saw his thin silk shirt and frowned. “It’s so cold at night out there. You…”
Harrison just rolled up his sleeves. “I just got home. I’m still warm.” He glanced around, and then started searching the bushes nearby.
Gwyneth couldn’t say no. She accepted the coat, wrapped herself in the oversized coat, and began searching around too.
They walked around the flower bed. Gwyneth was thinking about whether she should call security for footage when a meow sounded nearby.
Gwyneth turned her head toward the sound.
There was Harrison, emerging from the flower bed. He pushed aside a branch, holding the struggling kitten in his other hand.
The kitten had grass on its nose and was flailing with teary eyes. It was clearly scared by the elevator and the door.
“Is this the one?” Harrison stepped out of the flower bed, his silk shirt torn and his arms covered in scratches.
Gwyneth stood there, stunned.
Harrison put the kitten in her arms, and then silently brushed leaves from his hair.
She couldn’t believe he’d gone through all this trouble for a cat. Mr. Perfect from the Lopez family looked like a mess today, all because of her. She’d never seen Zachary do anything like this.
Gwyneth’s mind flashed back to college. There had been a stray cat near her dorm. She’d fed it for days, even got it neutered and dewormed. She’d been all set to give it to a good home she’d found, but it vanished soon after.
For days, she couldn’t find it anywhere. She asked Zachary to help search, but he just casually replied with game sounds in the background, “That stray’s been outside for a long time.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t catch a cold searching at night. I’ll come by tomorrow morning.”
The next day, she saw the kitten dead and bloody on the roadside. Zachary hugged her while she stood there stunned and gently comforted her.
Back then, she thought it was just bad luck. But now, as she looked up at Harrison, she realized something.
Harrison stayed quiet for a long time, and then asked, “Not this one?”
She realized that it wasn’t just bad luck. Zachary had chosen to give up, but Harrison had quietly helped without saying a word.
She couldn’t help thinking, ‘If only I’d met Harrison before Zachary! But the thought was fleeting. After all, there was no such thing as ifs.
Harrison frowned, his concern growing as he studied Gwyneth’s face for signs of illness.
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