Aurelia Shaw hung up the phone and walked towards the bathroom, suddenly remembering something.

She turned back and put a chair in front of the door.

Then she locked the window.

Passing by the bed, Aurelia squatted down and petted the cat, "You're doing well today. If there's another old creep coming in later, scratch him like you did before. He's thick-skinned and won't mind the scratches, got it, Snowball?"

"Meow~"

The cat's name is James, what on earth is Snowball? This noble cat would never want to be called Snowball.

"You like the name Snowball too, right? Snowball, hmm... Although you're not entirely white, you have some white fur at least."

Aurelia's almond-shaped eyes curved as she gently rubbed Snowball's fur.

She would never admit calling him Snowball just for convenience.

If Caspian Parker knew that his noble-bred cat was given such a commoner name, he might be infuriated to death.

After taking a shower, Aurelia lay back in bed to sleep.

To be safe, she held Snowball in her arms while sleeping.

-

Mason Nightshade slept in the guest room separated by just a wall.

Tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep.

If he didn't know Aurelia was here, he might have simply managed to sleep through the night.

But now, knowing she's just behind this wall, how can he possibly sleep!

After tossing and turning for a long time, Mason looked at the clock, suddenly turned over and got out of bed, striding out the door.

Mason arrived at the master bedroom door.

He took out a key and unlocked the door, hearing a "click". He pushed the door but couldn't open it, faintly seeing something blocking the door.

After hesitating for a moment, Mason turned and left the room.

A few minutes later, he climbed to the second-floor window, pushed hard, but couldn't open it, noticing the window was locked securely.

Mason: !

She really guards against him tightly, without leaving even the slightest gap.

Mason looked up and saw the cat staring at him, its blue eyes glowing eerily in the night, a hint of challenge in them.

Mason gritted his teeth, his temple throbbed violently.

Sooner or later, I'll make a stew out of you!

"Meow~"

If you want to stew this cat, you must get in first.

-

The next day.

Aurelia was awakened by a phone call.

She forgot it was Mason's phone, groggily answering it, "Boss, the meeting this morning..."

"Your boss isn't here." Aurelia directly hung up the phone.

On the other end, Gustavo Yates stood there, his phone held as he was confused by the wind.

A wo... woman!

Did he hear that right? A woman answered the call?

How could the boss's phone be with a woman?

Oh wait, at this time... could it be that the boss spent the night with a woman?

Gustavo Yates felt he couldn't quite handle it; he needed to find some time to rest well.

...

Aurelia carried the cat down the stairs, finding Mason making breakfast this morning.

She put the cat down on the ground and went into the kitchen to wash her hands, glanced around to see if there was anything she could help with.

Mason's voice came, "Wash your hands then go have a seat."

He didn't need her help.

Aurelia walked out.

Soon Mason came out carrying a plate of sandwiches, put it down, then brought two glasses of milk, and sat across from her.

The two of them ate face-to-face, and Aurelia pinched a bit of bread for Snowball to eat.

Mason glanced at it, his expression cold, eyes disdainful, "I should've made a stew out of it last night!"

Aurelia looked at him, knowing he's still angry about last night's events.

This morning, when she got up, she saw the chairs at the door had been moved, clearly showing that a certain wolf had bad intentions, getting frisky late at night.