Chapter 2The Telepathic Dog and the Golden Boy

When I got home after walking the dog, it was dinner time. Mrs. Lee and Mr. Perry from next door invited me to eat with them.

It wasn't the first time.

I took the fruit I'd just bought and headed over.

But the door opened surprisingly fast today.

I heard Buddy's voice again, sounding absolutely lecherous: "Little Belle."

"Little Belle, tee hee, Buddy the big brother is here to see you~"

Sometimes, I really want to smack him.

If I'd known my dog was a lecherous old man inside, I still probably would have chosen him.

I'm a sucker for a pretty face (or snout).

And then.

I keenly caught a murmured thought:

"Little Belle says her daddy is home today."

Daddy?

Mr. Perry? He's always home, isn't he?

I was completely zoning out when a snap of fingers brought me back to reality.

Standing in front of me was the blonde heartthrob who had knelt before me earlier.

He was wearing an apron, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He had total "husband material" energy.

I swallowed.

Buddy next to me barked aggressively: "It's Daddy,"

Huh?

He continued: "It's Little Belle's daddy. He's Little Belle's daddy!"

I blurted out.

"Daddy?"

Our eyes locked.

The handsome guy froze, a faint blush staining his cheeks.

Mr. Perry, who had just arrived at the door, paused and cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at both of us.

"You two know each other?"

More barks came from below—it was Little Belle's voice.

"Daddy!"

"It's my daddy!"

She wagged her tail excitedly.

I looked at the handsome guy, then at Little Belle, desperate to turn and run.

Mrs. Lee quickly pushed Mr. Perry forward. Luckily, Mr. Perry reacted fast, grabbing my hand. "Good job, good job! I've always wanted a daughter."

I sniffled and followed them inside.

I almost left their biological son outside the door.