33. REPLACEMENT

A huge flame of mortification whacked Callan in the face when Orla ignored him, but he quickly veiled the spurting hurt before it became visible in his countenance.

He contemplated walking away and staying back to give the cat to her but he couldn't go back. He was already in front of her and he got the cat for her, it didn't matter if she wanted to see him or not. He had to give her what he got for her.

Orla was oblivious to the cat that was behind Callan. Though her eyes were on him, her vision was fuzzy from unshed tears and she could barely see that he came with a cat.

With her fingers, she brushed the flowers off her hair and dress and rose to her feet. She looked at Callan again and this time, she glimpsed the cat.

A small smile popped up on Callan's face when he noticed Orla's eyes were on the cat behind him, he walked closer and towered above her.

"Orla?" He dubbed tranquilly.

"What do you want from me?" She responded harshly, obviously not interested in the cat. She was a ca