Maybe Avery used too much strength, and it hurt the black cat. She glared at her with dissatisfaction after her simple explanation. But she had to keep mimicking the sound of cats. It was the job requirements.
Avery had goosebumps all over her body. Men were supposed to be attracted to this type.
The black cat had tears in her eyes. But she held them back. Half bending her knees, she behaved like a hurt cat who licked the wounds alone.
"Meow. Please follow me, Sir."
"Evan, sweetheart, where are we going?" Avery intentionally raised up the volume in case others didn't know they were a couple. She had to defend her territory.
Evan ignored her again. He followed the black cat coldly. But when they both looked away, Evan secretly smiled.
The time Avery called him honey or sweetheart was more than she did so in the last three years.