The CEO’s Pet Cat

The morose tone caused the butler to cower for a moment and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to say another half-word.

“If I learn that you have uttered a single word …” He looked into the steward’s eyes, narrowing them threateningly, and his sharp gaze shot through his miserable old face, “your downfall will naturally be without my express word. ”

“Yes, young master.” The butler trembled even more violently.

A breeze blows Buddha outside the window, and Mia is alone inside, her thin figure inviting pity.

After an unknown amount of time, the thin figure that had been attached and sobbing gradually straightened up.

The face that had been filled with tears was gradually replaced with a calm.

Mia sat alone on the big bed in front of the window, her expression calm as she gazed out into the distance.

Her expression was too calm, so calm that there was a hint of silence, a silence that revealed the eerie.

She always thought that things between her and Asher weren’t as touchy feely as they used to be, but she didn’t expect Asher to be so heartless, and it was because of Asher that Haru was hopeless and died in the hospital!

A hint of bone-deep hatred flowed from her clear eyes, shattering the calmness of a moment ago, and the hands resting on the side of the bed clenched as she gritted her teeth to keep the tears from spilling out of her eyes.

In fact, what she hated was her own incompetence, if she was capable enough she could have earned enough money so that nothing would have happened to Xiao Qing and she wouldn’t be in this situation now.

Pets?

Oh, what an ironic name, it was enough to see how insulting this man was to himself.

With money and power, her dignity and self-respect have been battered down to the last drop, so what exactly is the self-respecting life she has been seeking so far?!

She got up and went to the bed, gazed calmly at the sheet that had been so vilely made by the two of them last night, and with a sudden struggle drew it out.

“With a hiss, the sheet was ripped in half.

“Asher, we’ll see, I’m not going to be meek and let you get hold of me.” The sound of the sheets ripping soon alerted the butler downstairs.

Hearing that unusual noise the butler rushed up to the second floor and tried to push the door in only to find it had long since been locked from the inside out by Mia.

A bad feeling fermented in his heart and he hastily pulled out his spare key, but found that the locking eye was blocked by something, obviously the work of someone inside.

The butler standing outside the door began to rush around, not knowing what to do, “Miss Luo, please open the door …”

All that came back to him was the sound of broken porcelain.

Thinking of the possible consequences, the butler had to call Asher who was at the office, “Young master, Miss Luo has locked herself in her room and hasn’t eaten lunch.”

There was a silence on the other end of the line, and just as the housekeeper was about to put the phone down thinking it was disconnected, an icy voice suddenly came from the other end, “Leave her alone and just do your own thing.”

After saying that and not caring what else the butler had to say, Asher on the other end cut the call off straight away.

The butler stood there staring blankly at the beeping phone in his hand, and then turned his head to look at the closed door of the room, his heart even more helpless.

Asher, sitting in the large office, narrowed his eyes at the phone that had just hung up in his hand, a morose coldness instantly released from those icy eyes, one hand resting on his chin.

This little wildcat, it seems, still refuses to listen properly and seems to be trying to rebel again.

“That … Miss Luo …” The housekeeper, who had been hung up on, had to go knock on Mia’s door again.

If something happened to Mia, he really didn’t know what he would tell Asher.

“Get out!” Another roar.

The butler stood at the door and rubbed his nose, glanced at the closed door, and had no choice but to go downstairs.

This is a situation that will have to wait for Asher to return to deal with!

In the evening, Asher gave the butler a cold look,, straightened his long legs and walked towards the living room, “Where is the man?”

The housekeeper, with his head bowed, naturally knew who he was questioning and had to whisper, “Miss Luo hasn’t been out of her room all day today.”

There was a few seconds of pause in the slender legs, icy eyes sweeping up to the railing of the second floor, making it impossible to see the change of emotion beneath those dark pupils, and it was only after a long interval that Asher spoke slowly, “Let her go.”

The butler looked up, surprised, “Young master …”

The icy eyes swept in again, Asher’s voice without the slightest warmth, “Do as I say.”

Deep eyes gradually became gloomy, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line, the hands hanging at his side involuntarily clenched into fists, and a cold aura slowly spread out in the living room.

It looked like last night’s punishment still wasn’t enough, and today she dared to come and play a temper on him, and since she hadn’t recognized her current position, and since she didn’t want to eat, he would do as she wished.

Noon the next day.

Asher’s long legs were crossed, his demeanor elegant, and he leaned lazily on top of the sofa, his deep eyes fixed on the financial edition of the newspaper in his hands, and from time to time he picked up the warm coffee on the coffee table and took a sip.

The butler duly brought in another cup of warm coffee and removed the one that had cooled off.

Asher continued to fumble with the newspaper in his hands, and just as the butler was about to leave, he suddenly asked, “How is she?”

“The room remains closed, and Miss Luo seems intent on a hunger strike,” replied the butler respectfully, carefully searching for the most appropriate wording.

Asher continued to stare at the paper without raising his head, but the eyes staring at it flashed in a wild storm, his face calm enough to send chills down the spine of those beside him.

“That … young master, or I’ll have the door to the room opened …” The butler’s next words were withdrawn at Asher’s biting gaze.

“Did I say I was going to let her out!” The voice was cold, the face calm, but with a bone-chilling chill.

On the first day, the door to the room did not open.

The next day was very silent upstairs and the whole cottage was on edge because of Asher’s intense chill.

On the third day, there was still no movement upstairs.

Asher had a gloomy face, his tall, upright body now exuding a morose aura that made people afraid to approach, his low voice rang out, “How many days has it been?”

“It’s been three days, young master.” The butler’s voice rang out behind him.

Looking at the closed door in front of him and the silence in the room, unease and rage came into Asher’s eyes at the same time.

The pursed straight lips, the morose breath, and also the cold, bone-chilling eyes that looked like an ice cave, all showed that the man was in the heart of a storm.

This woman was good enough to defy him by going on a hunger strike, it was an eye-opener for him!

It would be a mistake to think he would compromise because of that, a cruel and fierce look like a beast surfaced in the depths of his ink eyes.

Asher will make her understand that such unnecessary resistance will only bring her more painful punishment!

An icy voice rang out slowly and Asher’s eyes were morose, “Ram me.”

Immediately, the butler instructed a couple of manservants to bang hard on the door of the room.

With a strong crash, the door to the room that had been closed tight for three days opened with a bang, and the wreckage that littered the floor made the crowd’s eyes widen.

Is this still a bedroom? It’s clearly a place of destruction after a typhoon has passed through.

But the cluttered room was filled with an unsettling aura.

The curtains blocked out the entire room from a single ray of light, the floor was covered in wood chips and smashed pieces, the king-size bed had been ripped open, and the deep dent marks were everywhere on the walls and floor.

The mess in the room made Asher frown, the anger smothered in his chest immediately darkening a grim face at the sight of the dying figure lying on the shattered and broken bed.

“Call the doctor.” His voice was still cold, but his emotions were inaudible.

Dark, shiny leather shoes made a harsh sound on the rubble as the slender body came to the frail woman’s side, dark eyes abounding with fury.

Soft and pale, with tightly closed eyes, it was clear that three days of hunger strike had put Mia in a coma.

Asher towered over the woman lying on her back, the cold, piercing voice causing Mia’s eyes to weakly open a slit and her pale, dry lips to tremble uncontrollably, “Is the hunger strike game fun?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

A bitter smile hung at the corners of his pale lips.

Still won’t leave her alone? She admits that she can’t afford to play …

Slowly closing his eyes, a tear slid across the corner of them.

Looking at the rapidly fading teardrops, his cold heart suddenly twitched, and Asher tried his best to ignore the fluttering in his heart as he looked grimly at the dying, bloodless face.

“If you dare give me the faint, you’d better prepare yourself for punishment.” Asher didn’t notice that there was a stirring in his voice.

More tears crossed the corners of Mia’s eyes as she cried silently.

Was it punishment again? Yes, her own identity is his pet ah, no matter what she does to get will always be endless torture, torture ah …

Slowly, his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side.

Taking a few steps over to her bed, slender fingers probed towards the end of Mia’s nose. Once assured that she was still breathing faintly, Asher inexplicably sighed in relief.

Asher stood in front of the window, standing with his arms folded, his cold steely face reflected in the clear glass of the window, his icy black eyes devoid of the slightest emotion, the hand behind his back clenched into a fist.

In the bed next to her lay Mia, pale and in a coma from the hunger strike.

Soft sunlight filtered through the window and hit that stunningly delicate face, adding a touch of soft beauty to her slightly pale little face.

Her face, still streaked with tears, had a palpitating paleness and powerlessness.

“Young master, the doctor is here.” The butler pushed open the door and stood respectfully by it.

Asher turned his head, his cold eyes looking at the white figure standing behind the butler, the sunlight refracting on the cold, temperatureless lenses, and glanced at the butler, who immediately bowed knowingly then turned and walked out of the room.

“Doctor, my young master asks you to come in.” The butler smiled faintly at the doctor and waited for him to enter then closed the door before leaving.

As soon as the doctor entered, he met Asher’s cold stare and instantly gripped the medical kit in his hand, it was easy to see his nervousness, to hide his panic he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Master Jun, I wonder what I can do to help you?”