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- You, I see, made friends at all? "You could say that," Sammy shrugged. “Looks like he’s crazy about you,” Greene laughed. - I wouldn't trust you with such an expensive car. Noticing how Samantha was frowning, the guy playfully pushed her on the shoulder: - Hey, I'm teasing you! It's just that they usually learn to ride on all sorts of rubbish, so that it would not be a pity to break it. "I'm not going to crash his car," Sammy said angrily. - And I drive normally, actually.

Chapter 53 “Cheese and Wine” POV Samtha I run down to the dining room to meet Kat. She gives me a big hug. “It’s good to see you, Sam. You look so happy.” “I just heard from a little bird that Theres a ring!” I do a little dance around the table. “He’s your mate, Sam. Of course, there is going to be a ring at some point.” “When did you become a happiness sucker? Dance with me!”

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Sam asks his daughter while glancing from time to time toward Cath that is feeding Cole who is on top of the world after Cath grants his wish. “I think Mr. Scuffles is lonely, he needs a wife.” Monique’s reason took Cath’s attention, yet she didn’t dare to comment nor look in the little girl’s direction. Knowing that she will lock gaze with Sam, whom she had been evading for a while since this morning. “A wife?” With a sly smile, Sam added. “Would you perhaps want a tiger that you can tame?” A cold shiver suddenly runs down Cath’s spine which almost made her drop the spoon. A bit irritated, she looks at Sam which is a wrong decision when Sam smiles gorgeously at her which made her heart skip

I muttered, though my gaze stayed fixed on those perfectly aligned spines. The rest of the day passed quietly. Customers came and went, the cat claimed new perches, and I packed two paperbacks under my arm before heading home—gifts for myself, small anchors in a city that refused to hold still By the time I got back, Sammi was sprawled across the couch with a brush in one hand and her phone in the other. She tossed it aside the second she saw me. “Get ready,” she said. “We’re going out tonight.”

and left. Sam and Wil are together now?

"Rain." "Why?" Clearly not expected the challenge, Samantha fumbled before casting a glance at Alexander. "He's sensitive to strong scents." Mike swiveled his eyes over to Alexander. "Is he right?" "He's right." "Terrific. What's Samantha least favorite fruit?" "Mangoes. Insensitive." Alexander added as an afterthought and Samantha narrowed his eyes at him. "Cats or dogs for Alexander?" "Dogs." "Cats or dogs for Samantha" "Cats." The questions were more or less overly simple, Mike even added their favorite color and number, and had Alexander left a 'Are we 12?' remark, Samantha might've agreed with him.

Wе were oblivious tо Grасе whо wаѕ frіghtеnеd аnd ѕоbbіng on the bathroom flооr Evеn after ѕhе came, Sаmаnthа wаѕ fіghtіng mе аnd еnjоуіng іt. I rolled hеr оvеr on her back аnd pinned her wrіѕtѕ to thе bed keeping her in place. Samantha wаѕ looking uр at mе, grіnnіng. "The Chеѕhіrе саt hаѕ tееth аnd сlаwѕ аѕ wеll аѕ a grіn." I соmmеntеd, grinning bасk аt her.

"That box is moving, Samuel!" Samuel chuckled and replied, "It's a gift for you—come and open it up!" I was hesitant, yet I heard a soft meow. My eyes lit up as I rushed over and carefully opened the box. To my surprise, it was a golden exotic shorthair. I crouched down to observe the cat closely. The one Samuel picked was especially affectionate—it was rubbing against my calves. My heart almost melted at the sight. I never imagined I could ever own a cat as Yohan was germaphobic. Samuel was the only one who knew I was fond of cats.

Sam answered as if that was the most obvious thing to say. "Your... Your back?" I repeated. "Where do you think the funeral is?" He raised one eyebrow and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pulled me backwards with him, towards the window. I glanced at the window uncertainly. "The kingdom of Greed?" I asked with doubt. I was not into- "Correct. You better hold on tight, spider monkey." Sam joked loudly as he jumped backwards through the glass. It shattered upon impact and was no match for Sam who was still laughing in my ear like a mad man.