Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 150

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“I’m really sorry to trouble you with our issue,” Yvette apologized on the other end of the line. “I promise I’ll make it clear to him.” “Alright.” There was nothing else Emma could say since this was between Yvette and Kaleb, but her instinct told her Kaleb would go mad if Yvette really came clean and told him she only saw him as a f*ck buddy. After a quick lunch, Emma hailed a cab to the pet store Wesley told her about the other day and picked up Wesley’s cat, which he boarded there. Wesley’s cat, Kitty, was a snow-white Persian, and it was evident Wesley took great care of the feline. Much like its owner, the snow-white Persian carried itself with leisurely grace and elegance. It seemed that pets did adopt their owner’s personality. Kitty was somewhat nervous, as it was its first time meeting Emma. But it gradually got familiar with Emma after she took the furball home and played gently with it. Animals perceive human nature too. Perhaps because Kitty sensed that Emma was definitely a gentle human, it eventually glued itself to Emma and wouldn’t leave her arms. Emma gently scratched the feline’s soft chin and thought she was getting hooked on it, having no desire to work anymore. This is bad… Just when the two were enjoying a serene afternoon, on the verge of dozing off, the doorbell rang. With that, Emma gently put Kitty down and answered the door. It was Trevor. Before Emma could ask what he was here for, the pet carrier in his hand caught her attention, for the kitten inside was looking right at her with a soft, timid gaze, making her heart melt instantly. Emma took pains to shift her gaze back onto Trevor and asked with bewilderment as she pointed to the little furball, “The kitten…”

She knew just how well Trevor had an issue with four-legged creatures, and the aggravation beneath his eyes when she suggested raising a pet was still in her head like it had just been seared in yesterday. With that, Trevor brought the carrier to her and said with a hint of discomfort in his gaze. “It’s for you.” He had always been a man of action, so once he decided to get Emma a pet, he speedily contacted the pet store Raymond recommended. Then, after following his father home, Trevor left for the pet store in two shakes, got this cat, and brought it here. As for why he would get this specific furball because it was the first creature his eyes landed on the moment he entered the pet store. Its soft, timid gaze instantly reminded him of Emma, for it was how she would look at him too at the beginning of their relationship. Emma froze on the spot, shocked by the revelation as she gawked at Trevor and the kitten in his hand, unsure how to react. Trevor got me a cat? Him, Trevor Bateson, would get me a cat? Wait, no, he’s actually giving me something without me asking for it, and it’s even right up my alley. Pigs must be flying! Seeing that Emma was stupefied, Trevor simply invited himself in, still carrying the pet carrier in his hand. Right as he entered, he found a snow-white cat darting out from the study and hissed at him and the kitten in his hand with hostility. Trevor didn’t make much of it. The kitten, however, was freaked out, and it thrashed in the pet carrier for a good while. Kitty’s hiss snapped Emma back to reality, and she quickly picked the snow-white Persian up, soothing the cat. “It’s okay, Kitty. This is our new friend.” While comforting Kitty, she held one of its paws up and waved it gently toward the kitten inside the pet carrier, saying hi. Though Emma didn’t explicitly state that she would accept Trevor’s gift, her words already revealed her stance, and Trevor was thrilled that his gift-giving was a success despite his deadpan face.

However, his good mood was instantly gone when he glanced at the cat in Emma’s arms. “This isn’t Zurich’s cat, is it?” he asked with a dissatisfied grunt. “Yeah.” Emma nodded. “This is Kitty.” At that, Trevor snorted and took a step back. “You sure move fast. What are you going to do about this one then?” he asked while putting the pet carrier on the floor. It was only then Emma realized she had just referred to the little furball as ‘new friend’, and it would imply that she had accepted the cat. Though she didn’t want to accept Trevor’s gift, she really had a weakness for this little furball. “I can take care of it.” She didn’t forget to thank him as well. “Thank you.” When Emma saw that Kitty had calmed down, she put the cat down, went up to the pet carrier, squatted down, and unlocked it. “Hi, little one,” she softly greeted the kitten, which was shrinking at the back of the carrier. As she had yet to know its name, she just called it so. Perhaps animals could indeed perceive human nature; the kitten gingerly came out of the carrier, possibly sensing that Emma wouldn’t hurt it. Emma didn’t touch it immediately—lest she gave the little fella another fright—but turned to Trevor. “Oh, how old is it? Does it have a name?” “Four months, and it’s fully vaccinated. Perfectly healthy,” Trevor answered concisely. If it weren’t for the fact that it ticked all the boxes, he wouldn’t have decided to get this one for Emma, either. “The name… Lucky.” It actually didn’t have a name, so Trevor blurted one on the spot. Lucky? Seriously? Emma was rendered speechless. It was one thing to hear the name from someone, but to hear it from someone aloof like Trevor, Emma couldn’t shake off the feeling that it sounded somewhat jarring. At that, she shifted her gaze to the adorable little furball, not too pleased with the name it was given. “Tell me you didn’t name it.” “I did,” answered Trevor plainly. “People in the commerce world like to give these sorts of names; they bring us luck and fortune.”

Emma was rendered at a loss for words. This guy’s appreciation for names is honestly… Is there even a word for it? “Alright, Lucky it is, then.” With that, she cooed at the little furball. “Hi, there, Lucky Bateson.” “It’s just Lucky. Why do you have to add a Bateson at the end?” Trevor was displeased, for he couldn’t help thinking he was the cat, and the notion abhorred him. Emma looked up to him in response, her eyes filled with innocence. “You bought the kitten, didn’t you? Of course, it has to take your name.” Trevor was rendered speechless. But from that, he could tell she wasn’t too happy about the cat’s name, so she deliberately called it Lucky Bateson to irritate him. For the first time, Trevor sensed that Emma was acting out at him. Though it was covertly done, he still thought it was interesting. Hence, he nodded affectedly. “The cat I give you takes my last name… I like it.” It was now Emma’s turn to be displeased. Why does it feel like the kittle is our child? “You know what? I should just give it a new name.” At that, she tilted her head and pondered. “Let’s call you Minnie; how about that? You’re so small and adorable that my heart’s melting.”