Attached? Maybe not, but what about the seven years between us?
I clenched my fists, but I didn’t dare say no. I knew the consequences of rejecting Jonathan.
It was a stormy night a week ago and Wendy suddenly craved wild game from the mountains.
Jonathan demanded that I go get it right away.
I refused because I wasn't feeling well and as a result, the bodyguards dragged me out of the house and dumped me on a deserted mountain in the pouring rain.
I walked home step by step, only to fall down the mountainside halfway there, nearly losing my life.
Thinking of that night made me tremble. I crouched down and gently picked up the little cat. She thought I was playing and purred happily in my arms.
"Be good to her," I said to Wendy softly.
Jonathan seemed pleased by my obedience and said in a rare gesture of alms, "It's best if you are sensible. After all, the baby in Wendy's belly will also call you mom in the future. You should know she is giving birth to a child for you."
Just as he finished speaking, Wendy suddenly shrieked. It turned out that as soon as the cat was in her arms, it got scared and quickly ran away.