Chapter 2The A-Lister’s Late-Night Tweet: The Stray Cat Brought Me a Nephew

After discussing it with Ethan, we posted a joint statement.

It was official and polite, explaining the misunderstanding and expressing a mutual desire to work together in the future.

Even though it was a huge mix-up, seeing Ethan follow me back and add my number made me so giddy I couldn't help but roll around on my bed.

There was a rustling sound outside my door. I grabbed the bag of kibble and opened it.

The beautiful, heavily pregnant tabby stared at me with huge eyes and gave a soft meow.

"Luna, you don't have to climb all these stairs just to bring me stuff! You're about to pop, you need to rest."

I muttered to myself while pouring the food into her bowl.

Luna habitually came over to rub against my leg. Hearing my words, she meowed in slight dissatisfaction.

She used her paw to push today’s gift toward me—a perfectly dried butterfly.

I carefully picked up the butterfly, rubbed Luna’s head, and thanked her.

Only then did she give two satisfied purrs and start eating.

"Luna, why don’t you just move in with me? Running around outside with that big belly is dangerous."

I gently patted her swollen stomach, genuinely worried.

Luna ignored me. After finishing her food, she washed her face with her paws, shook out her fur, and turned to leave.

I forcefully scooped her up and brought her inside, but she just circled the front door, crying to be let out.

"Human, I have a family. I will come visit you next time."

A soft, gentle voice suddenly echoed right by my ear.

I looked down. Luna was brushing her tail against the door, meowing.

I must be hallucinating from staying up too late reading scripts. I shook my head, laughed at myself, and opened the door to say goodbye.