I looked at his gentle movements. It made me a little dazed. I knew that he had a cleanliness fetish. It made him not want to touch or contact outsiders casually. Even though Jocelynn was his childhood friend, he treated her like a stranger in front of me before.
I held back my sour tears. I then turned around to go back to the second floor. Looking at the objects in the room where I fell in love with him. I closed my eyes for a while. But immediately afterwards, a scream came from downstairs.
“Oh, my God. There is a dead cat. Get out of here now!”
I hurriedly rushed downstairs. Then I saw a scene that made my eyes widen. Maximilian kicked at Rosie, who was rushing towards Jocelyn.
Rosie screamed miserably and flew out like a kite with broken strings. She smashed into the TV.
I screamed, “Rosie!
I almost flew over. I trembled and carefully held Rosie's head. Rosie gasped with difficulty. Her bean-sized teardrops fell out of her round eyes. She even tried to rub against the back of my hand, as if to comfort me.
“Rosie, please just bear with me. I'll take you to the hospital right away!”