CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: ARE YOU GOING TO EAT OR NOT?

Vera Sheridan scanned her fingerprint to enter, and with a "click," she pressed the master switch on the wall. The luxury apartment instantly lit up as bright as day.

Noah Grant followed closely behind.

"Meow, meow, meow~" Lucky, the chubby orange cat, appeared from the balcony with his tail upright, tiptoeing towards the hallway one hop at a time.

Though he was clearly a male cat, his high-pitched meows were uncommonly cute.

"Lucky!" Vera’s lips curved into a fond smile.

Lucky meowed more adorably, almost leaping towards her. Realizing something, Vera lifted her skirt to dodge, but Lucky’s plump body had already brushed against her black velvet hem!

The static crackled audibly, and Vera’s skirt visibly collected a layer of cat fur.

She helplessly widened her smile, "Go, go, go rub your dad instead."

Lucky purred and ran towards Noah.

Noah frowned, lifting his foot to gently block his beloved pet, but Lucky’s head was already rubbing against his pant leg.

Vera couldn’t help but laugh.

Noah looked disgusted, "A dandelion, huh."

Vera handed him a lint roller, "I’m going to remove my makeup, Senior, make yourself at home!"

"Oh, and open a can for Lucky."

Saying that, she slipped into her slippers and headed to her walk-in closet.

Noah nodded, squatted, and picked up the twelve-pound chubby orange with an arm under its armpit, heading to the balcony, muttering, "A can, really, you need to lose weight."

"Meow!" Lucky protested.

Noah, "Orange pig!"

Lucky, "Meow meow meow!"

Two years ago, Vera had left with Lucky from the courtyard house. A year ago, Vera began her intensive training, so Lucky had stayed with Noah. Although he wasn’t often in the country, there was someone assigned to take care of him.

After Vera returned to the country, Lucky went back with her.

In the luxury one-bedroom apartment of a single woman, there was only one bedroom and one walk-in closet. Besides the living room, Vera had converted the rest into a practice room and a gym.

Noah fed the cat, scooped the litter, and expertly found the concealed bathroom area outside the closet, pushing the door open to enter.

His gaze casually swept past the frosted glass partition nearby. The warm, yellowish glow outlined a vague yet graceful silhouette with the sound of running water.

The space filled with the warm, humid steam mixed with the scent of shampoo.

His eyes darkened, Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he quietly turned the faucet on.

The cold water ran over his long, strong fingers, trying hard to suppress the rising heat within.

Inside the glass partition, Vera was applying body wash and clearly heard the in-and-out movements and sound of the water.

Her hands paused slightly as water droplets slid down her smooth shoulders and back.

"The orange pig needs to lose weight," his deep magnetic voice came from outside the partition, "Feed it fewer cans in the future."

Vera’s lips involuntarily lifted, "It heard you, and it’ll give you the cold shoulder, won’t let you in!"

As they spoke, she turned on the shower, and warm water streamed down.

Noah didn’t respond, only the sound of him turning off the faucet and his faint footsteps were heard as he left.

Vera dried herself off, changed into silk pajamas, and walked out of the closet with a fresh scent of soap and moisture.

Only a few ambient lights were left in the living room, the light dim and soft.

A huge projection screen emitted a bluish glow, playing a slow-paced old movie.

A fruit plate sat on the coffee table.

Noah lounged on the wide sofa, legs crossed.

Lucky was comfortably curled on his muscular thigh, purring with satisfaction.

With one hand, he casually and gently petted the cat’s back, his fingers buried in the fluffy fur, lazy yet focused in motion.

The changing light and shadow on the screen fell on his chiseled side profile, outlining a deep contour, exuding a unique charm of a mature man.

Vera watched this scene of "human-cat harmony," her lips curved as she dried her dripping hair with a towel, "What are you watching?"

Noah turned his head, his gaze shifting from the screen to her wet hair, "Midnight in Paris, an old Woody Allen film."

Before he even finished his sentence, he gently nudged aside the purring orange ball on his lap and stood up.

The tall figure of the man circumvented the sofa and headed straight to the bathroom.

Mere seconds later, he reemerged with a hairdryer in hand.

Vera didn’t stand on ceremony.

After all, drying hair is tiring on both arms and neck.

She dragged a small stool from beside her to sit down.

Behind her, Noah sat back on the sofa, at a slightly higher position.

He patted his lap, signaling her to lean back, then turned on the hairdryer.

The warm air and low drone enveloped her instantly.

His fingers combed through her wet long hair, moving skillfully and carefully as he separated it strand by strand, directing the hot air from roots to ends.

Among the strands, she occasionally felt his cool fingertips brushing her scalp, an unintended brush.

Vera enjoyed the fruits he prepared while savoring the movie.

After a while, she remembered to be courteous, picking up a toothpick with a small piece of cantaloupe and turned her head to offer it to him, "Senior, this melon is sweet, try it."

Noah glanced down.

In the dim light, a few strands of her hair were being teased by the warm air, gently fluttering, with some even cheekily brushing her slightly parted lips.

Against the bluish glow of the screen, her side profile was softened, her skin so delicate it was almost translucent, tiny hairs visible.

Her black and white eyes looked at him, exceptionally clear and focused in the dimness, radiating a pure intention to share, different from the goddess-like aura she exuded in galleries.

Carrying a sense of innocent allure.

"Are you going to eat or not?" Vera still held the melon, her tail tone rising slightly, teasingly.

His gaze finally lifted from her lips tangled in hair, imprinting deeply into her clear eyes. One hand firmly cradling the back of her head.

"Eat." His voice was hoarse, like it had been rolled over gravel.

Vera was slightly stunned.

The man’s long fingers slowly teased the strands stuck to her lips, one by one, gently brushed aside.

The fine tips brushed against her cheek, bringing a tingling itch, catching her breath.

In the screen’s eerie glow, his handsome face was carved close at hand.

Unconsciously, Vera gulped.

The next moment, Noah could no longer hold back, wildly capturing those lips in a kiss.

Vera’s fingertips loosened, the golden melon piece dropped with a "thud," rolling onto the carpet.