Chapter 4Feline Deception

The moment I looked up, my tears fell uncontrollably.

Julian, in his immaculate custom suit, looked aloof and aristocratic. He was looking down at me with disdain.

His eyes were indifferent and icy.

Lacking even a trace of heartache.

In a flash, the last string in my heart completely snapped.

When I looked up again, I met Julian's gaze with calm composure.

"Why should I?"

Julian was stunned. "What did you say?"

This time, I straightened my back and said firmly: "Why should I apologize? Do you even know what really happened?"

Julian clearly didn't expect me, who was usually obedient and compliant, to fight back.

He froze for a second, then quickly recovered.

As if realizing something.

He stepped forward and gripped my wrist tightly.

"Chloe, there has to be a limit to your jealousy. Isn't it a fact that you kicked over the cat bowl?"

"You've taken care of her for six months and Sweetie still doesn't like you. Why don't you look for the reason within yourself? Is it really that hard to apologize when you've done something wrong?"

I didn't expect Julian to be so capable of twisting the truth.

He was the one who lied to me.

I foolishly raised the cat for six months.

And the cat still wasn't affectionate with me.

If I hadn't been wearing thick clothes today, my arm would have had deep, bloody scratches.

But he didn't think about any of that.

His heart had already tilted since Mia returned.

A sudden, immense feeling of powerlessness surged over me.

I couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.

I swatted Julian's hand away and prepared to go upstairs. "Whatever you say."

Seeing me leaving, Mia panicked and lunged to grab my hair.

"Bitch, you hurt my cat and you think you can just walk away?"

"Hiss," my hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots, a piercing pain shooting through my scalp.

I was forced to lean back.

I instinctively reached out to protect my hair.

But no matter how much I slapped at her hands, it was useless.

I tried to reach out and pull her hair.

But just as I was about to touch Mia, my hand was intercepted by a well-defined hand.

My hand hung suspended in mid-air.

Julian said coldly: "Chloe, have you thrown enough of a tantrum?!"

It felt like a ball of cotton was lodged in my throat, unable to go up or down.

My fingertips turned white from clenching them so tightly.

I feigned composure.

But I couldn't control my own eyes.

I quickly lowered my gaze, letting the tears blur my vision.

Julian seemed unable to bear it.

He looked at Mia, "Mia, Chloe is just immature. She raised Sweetie for six months, so she has feelings for her. I believe she didn't intentionally keep Sweetie from eating."

"How about this? You've vented your anger. For my sake, let's just drop this."

After Julian finished speaking, Mia reluctantly let go.

A clump of long black hair fell to the floor.

"If it weren't for the fact that she's your girlfriend, she'd be locked up by now. You know I have the power to do that."

Julian, like a sycophant, flattered her: "You're absolutely right."

I didn't even look at them. I just turned and went upstairs.

The thought of breaking up surfaced for the first time right then.