Chapter 641

Chapter 641:
“This one’s shaped like a tail.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
“And that’s the paw design.”
“Now, this charm was modeled after cat testicles—made to jingle like a pair of playful bells. Of course, Orange doesn’t have them anymore since he’s been neutered…”
“Meow!” Orange let out a sharp, offended cry.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” the person said quickly, trying to soothe the cat.
Millie chuckled and handed over a few treats for the employee to give Orange. The moment Orange appeared, more employees drifted over to join them.
“Our accessories sell really well. Here, Miss Bennett,” one of them said, holding out their phone to show her.
The screen displayed countless photos of pets wearing the products around their necks.
Some people had repurposed them into keychains or bag charms, while others strung several together to create bracelets.
“The cat bell charm is especially a favorite,” another employee said with an easy smile.
Millie took her time studying each design, genuinely impressed by their originality.
She lingered there, still looking over the display, when someone stepped into view.
Lifting her gaze, she saw Myron holding the cat and gently scratching its chin.
“We should head out,” he said with a small smile. “Charles and the others are already waiting for dinner.”
A moment later, he added, “You can take Orange along to play with Ari if you’d like.”
Before they left, he clipped a cat bell charm to her bag. Her eyes lit up as she admired the cute, tiny accessory.
“Come on,” Myron said. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”
Glancing out the window, she noticed the sky had deepened into dusk—it really was time to eat.
𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Over at the restaurant, Charles and Giffard were already seated, with Alexia beside them.
Alexia’s eyes moved from Charles to Giffard before a long, quiet sigh escaped her.
Millie had said yes to Myron, and now the question hung over them about where the two of them would go from here.
Millie and Myron arrived with Ari just as night had fully settled.
Ari clutched the cat, pressing her forehead to its soft fur in a playful game. Her large, round eyes sparkled with affection. Myron carried Ari as he walked beside Millie.
The moment they stepped inside, conversations briefly paused.
The three of them—with the cat in tow—looked every bit like a picture-perfect family.
A faint shadow crossed Giffard’s eyes, gone almost as soon as it appeared, hidden behind his usual calm.
Charles, on the other hand, smiled lightly. “Ari, don’t you like me anymore? You didn’t run over to me like before.”
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