Chapter 23: Three Mates?
Lethia blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. She had just broken up with her toxic ex, Varrel, and now she was about to step into another toxic entanglement.
She realised she had been so fixated on herself that she had overlooked the basics.
But she had to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. Besides, her relationship with Renar would only be physical, right?
"Uhm... so... you—"
Before she could finish, a plump, long-haired maroon cat strutted up to Renar and promptly settled in his lap.
Lethia stared, momentarily stunned. She had never seen a cat with such an annoyingly rich maroon coat—the exact shade of her own hair.
Renar, already anticipating her reaction, ran his fingers through the cat's fur and said, "This is Freya. My beloved cat. The queen of this penthouse. My living partner."
Lethia's eyes widened.
"So, when you said I reminded you of a beauty you adored... you meant this cat? And that money-robber plain chicken soup was for this fu—cat too?"
Renar simply arched a brow, lips curling into an infuriating smirk, and nodded.
'For fuck's sake. Fuck this man—no, fuck my own overthinking mind!' Lethia exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping as she sank into the sofa.