My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 492

"This is not my cat," Derek said slowly in a languid voice.

His hoarse voice broke the strange silence. The cat turned to look at him, and then it shook its tailwith the arrogance owned by a cat.

The waitress turned her head and met Derek's face. She looked into his deep eyes and seemed tobe lost in thought and a little mesmerized.

The girl blushed.

She slowly withdrew her hand. She did not think about how strange the black cat was. She seemedto have a crush on Derek. She was not clear-minded now.

The black cat hadn't eaten for a long time. Instead of looking at Derek, it lowered its head andlicked the delicious cake bit by bit.

Derek didn't mind his food being eaten by the cat.

His blue eyes were full of thought, and he patiently watched the cat eating the cake in front of him,as if he was observing and thinking in his heart. Suddenly, he reached out and took the cake off thelawn.

It was like a prank, but it was also like a test.

While the cat was enjoying itself, Derek took the delicious food from its mouth.

The cat seemed to hate people disturbing its meal and flew into a rage. It raised its claws, and its furstood up. It meowed at Derek, then pounced on him and scratched him.

The cat's claws were sharp. Derek's white shirt sleeve was scratched. There was a faint trace of bloodoozing out.

The waitress next to him was startled and screamed in fear.

She was so scared that she immediately retreated. She was afraid that the black cat was scary. Thecat's claws made Derek bleed.

Derek had a slow personality, but he reacted quickly.

The next second, he grabbed the back of the cat's neck. The black cat was caught and was not aspowerful as before. It was carried in mid-air by Derek.

It turned its head. Its golden pupils showed its anger. It glared at Derek and meowed sharply like aprovoked spirit.

Derek's large, fair and slender hand directly grabbed the cat's neck and controlled it. There was noexpression on Derek's face. Under the morning light, his delicate and handsome features and hisbeautiful blue eyes could be seen clearly. Everything about him was gentle and harmless,handsome.

But the strength in his hands was enough to kill the screaming cat in an instant.

This made the waitress in the restaurant even more stunned. They had always felt that this beautifulman, this gentle and slow-tempered man, should be a man who did not know how to handle dailyaffairs. It seemed that he had been secluded from the world.

But his reaction just now was swift and direct. How could he be a harmless man?

"Is it dead?”

Her voice trembled as she asked, her eyes no longer daring to fix on the beautiful man in front ofher.

The black cat was pinched on Derek's fair and slender right hand. The cat stopped struggling andlowered its tail as if it had lost its breath.

Without any pity, he killed a little creature in an instant.

This beautiful man, at this moment, seemed to be terrifying. The more beautiful and mysteriousthings were, the more dangerous they were. The girl screamed in her heart.

Derek suddenly felt tired and sleepy. He closed his eyes lazily and sighed.

He seemed to have lost interest in the black cat that had attacked him just now and threw it to theleft.

Then the black cat seemed to have come back to life in an instant. It jumped in the air and landedsteadily.

Was this cat pretending to be dead just now?

The waitress looked at the cat in surprise and then at the beautiful man. The man and the cat wereboth really... strange.

Derek felt that he could no longer have his rest here. He felt a little pity. He liked to sleep under thistree.

He got up and didn't even pat the grass and dust on his pants. His hair was messy. He looked as ifhe would fall asleep at any time. He wandered off in the other direction, looking for a place wherehe could sleep undisturbed

"Sir, your hand is injured.”

"There's blood oozing from your white shirt on your left hand.”

The waitress who stood on the lawn did not dare to chase after him, but when she saw the beautifulman injured, she could not help but shout to remind him, "You were scratched by a cat and bled.You must go for the vaccination. You may get rabies. You must deal with the wound. Don't you feelpain?"

Derek, who was walking ahead, paused.

He lowered his head slowly and raised his left hand. There was indeed a scratch in his white shirt.The black cat's claws were unusually sharp. His hand was scratched and was bleeding. The woundwas not big, but the cut was quite deep, and dark red blood kept oozing out.

His blood stained his white shirt sleeves, and the smell of blood wafted into the air.

Such a deep cut and dark red blood might indicate that the cat's claws were poisonous and shouldhurt.

"I don't feel it."

Derek turned to look at the strange waitress and said to her.

He said in a low voice and seemed to be muttering to himself, his eyes dark and calm

He hadn't been conscious of any pain lately.

The waitress seemed to have never expected him to turn around and talk to her. For a moment, shewas surprised and nervous and wanted to say something more.

But Derek walked away without looking back.

The black cat still followed him.

Derek walked to the apartment door and looked down at the black cat squatting in front of thedoor. "Go." His voice was languid, as if he hadn't had enough sleep.

After that, Derek was about to close the door.

Perhaps it was because the black cat had learned a lesson yesterday. This time, it reacted quickly. Atthe moment Derek closed the door, it flashed into the apartment.

Derek stood at the entrance of his house and was surprised.

It seemed that he had never dealt with such a problem.

He felt that he had discussed with the cat and let it go. Why did it come in?

Derek began to look for the cat all over the house, but the black cat seemed to know that Derek didnot like it here, so it hid.

Ten minutes later.

Derek stood in the middle of his living room. His handsome and fair face showed rare confusion.For as long as he could remember, he only played hide-and-seek with Christina. He had no otherplaymates, and now he was looking for a cat.

"Come out." He frowned and shouted.

At this moment, in the corner, a pair of golden cat eyes were carefully watching his every move.Derek closed his eyes again. He was tired and wanted to sleep.

After thinking about it, Derek decided to catch the cat when he woke up.

"Jump out of the window yourself, or I'll catch you and throw you out!" Derek was talking to the air.His lazy voice was not intimidating at all, but he was not joking at all.

Derek walked into his bedroom, his eyes half-closed already. As soon as he lay on the bed, he fellasleep. He was exhausted.

His face was handsome, his slender body sleeping sideways. He was breathing evenly, his eyesclosed. He had long eyelashes, he was beautiful. It would be a enjoyment to see him sleeping.

But who would have thought that this man had reacted so quickly that he grabbed the cat's neckand almost killed it?

The black cat, which was still squatting in the corner, swung its tail gently.

By the time Derek woke up, it was already sunset. He woke up hungry.

Derek slowly sat up from the bed and opened her eyes sleepily.

His reactions were slow, but the first thing he muttered was, "I told you, I don't like you in myroom."

His mind was clear. He remembered that there was a cat in his room.

He sounded like a person who had just woken up from his dream. His lazy tone was not threateningat all. However, at this moment, the black cat, who was standing and looking at the refrigerator, hadits fur standing up. It jumped on its paws and hid again. Its body was light.

Derek walked to the fridge and opened it. His hand paused for a moment. He slowly lowered hishead and stared at the corner next to the fridge. He seemed to smell something unusual. Hefrowned again.

Derek first casually took out a box of doughnuts from the refrigerator. The doughnuts seemed to bethere for a long time, and the outer packaging had been covered in frost.

Derek was not picky about food. He sat in the living room with a dry, hard, and sweet doughnut inhis hand. He didn't even make a cup of tea or pour a cup of warm water. Without expression, hepicked up a piece and ate it bit by bit. He ate just to fill his stomach.

After Derek felt that he was full and his stomach didn't hurt, he started his work.

"Come out!"

Derek's tone was obviously impatient this time. His logic was simple. He had given the cat time andopportunity, but the at still didn't leave. Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

In the empty house, his low and mellow voice echoed.

Derek began to look for the cat all over the house again.

He had looked for the cat in every corner. A man with such a sharp mind could not replace a cat. Thecat was quite good at hiding.

He stood quietly in front of the bookshelves and closed his eyes. His hearing was extremelysensitive. He was listening to any subtle sounds in the house.

Derek suddenly turned around and looked at the balcony behind him. There was anger in his blueeyes. "Don't let me replace you!" He rarely got so angry.

He pulled the door.

The glass door of the balcony was closed by Derek.

The cat was calm and did not panic at all. The black cat was squatting on the air conditioner externalunit behind the balcony. It wagged its long tail and looked at Derek through the glass door of thebalcony. The cat's golden eyes showed that it seemed to have its own thoughts.