Capítulo 8: The tragedy at the party

Lawrence immediately comes after the tiny black and white cat Nala and picks it up. He protectively hugged it in his bosom.

Kevin realized the vigilance present in Lawrence's eyes and proactively stretched out his meat paw pads to touch the smart and handsome protagonist.

"Meow ~"

'It's okay ah, that old man behind the door was your only loyal servant.'

'He can help you, ah.'

'Trust me.'

Lawrence seemed to have noticed the white and black cat's gentle patting and looked at the door.

Lawrence first withdraw back to the sofa chair he was sitting on and narrowed his eyes at the door. His sitting position was like a hunter ready to pounce on any prey daring to walk in his territory. Lawrence even protectively placed his hand on the small cat's stomach, ready to carry it with him if this guy behind the doors attack them.

"Come in," Lawrence coldly commanded.

The door open with a creak and the face of an old man with straight back and strong arms appeared. He was carrying one tray and stealthily placed the breakfast on Lawrence's table.

After the butler finished arranging the food, he lifted off the lids from the bowls. Soon, Nala's favorite raw chicken and salmon delicious smell wafted in the air.

Kevin's stomach grumbled in response. He wiggled his tail behind him and attempted to jump onto the table but the force of the hand on his stomach tighten.

As a result, Kevin was unsuccessful. Not to mention his cute soft nose bump tragically on the side of the table.

Kevin unhappily lift his tail.

'This servant really!'

'Testing this master's patience.'

When Kevin turned around to look at Lawrence, he took on very cute big round jade eyes and innocently tilted his head.

"Meow ~"

'Servant, hurry up and let this master eat!'

Lawrence met the inquiring gaze of the small black and white furball in his arms and felt his heart warm. And his hold on the furball's stomach tightens unconsciously.

"Earlier," Lawrence's long eyelashes fluttered when he was looking down at his cat. This appearance of his with eyes lowered looked more docile and adorable. But when his cold and ruthless eyes sharply met the butler's eyes, it break away the illusion of 'docile and adorable' image'. The butler could not help but sigh.

"You said 'breakfast', it's already nighttime." Lawrence cleverly pointed out. Even this little detail escaped Kevin's mind that is already filled with food. Kevin guiltily hung down his cute head.

Nighttime but the meal served is called breakfast?

At the back of Kevin's mind, he felt this setting was familiar.

The butler smiled gently and handed down the tissue wrapped spoon, fork and knife.

"Does the Young Master forget again? In the Wilson manor, the meal served at nighttime will be called 'breakfast' while the meal served at daytime is 'dinner'. Even at this time, Young Master is still not accustomed to your family's tradition?"

The butler skillfully spread out a napkin and familiarly placed it on Lawrence's collar.

Lawrence let out an 'oh', before obediently watching the butler placed the napkin. The butler even pulled out a smaller napkin and skillfully folded it and tucked it in the black and white cat's collar.

Kevin let out a small "Meeowrr," indicating he was satisfied with the butler's service of putting on the napkin to himself.

Kevin straightened his back and held his chin up. And under Lawrence's gaze, the black and white furball jumped into the table and lowered its cute head with pink nose to eat its favorite raw chicken and salmon meal.

Lawrence had been observing this cat and observed its comfortable aura towards the butler. It seems this black and white furball of his trust this butler.

Lawrence was aware that cats are the most aloof and vigilant. It won't easily trust humans. But the familiarity this cat shows towards the butler made Lawrence change his mind and he relaxed his guard a little.

"Have I.. become too forgetful lately?" Lawrence's voice was low but his expression is still unsmiling.

The butler gently smiled and said, "Yes, but it was not much Young Master. It was only for small things. Like not taking your lunch box with you in going to school, forgetting to place your change of pajamas in the cabinet in the bathroom, and asking this humble one to fetch it for you. Recently, because your parents sent you to private school and spent your mornings attending classes, you get used to being awake in the morning and sleeping at night. Which is totally opposite of everyone in the Wilson Manor that sleep in the morning and is active at night."

This statement corresponds to Lawrence's memories. He knew the original Lawrence Wilson was timid and gullible. And because of the adjustment he spent while attending the private school, he was muddle- headed and really forget every little thing.

That question he threw at the butler was to test him. If he really is the butler then he should be able to point out examples that prove Lawrence is being forgetful. Since the butler had done so, Lawrence can now assess this is the butler that had been serving the original Lawrence since he was little.

"When do I come back to school?" Lawrence asked. He unwrapped the tissues covering the utensils and picked up his fork and knife to slice at the steak served before him. The delicious smell came out after the white faint smoke ooze out at the portion Lawrence's just sliced.

"It will be two weeks later, Young Master." The butler stood obediently at the side, as he attentively poured a glass of warm milk for Lawrence.

Lawrence remembered that the original Lawrence really love warm milk accompanying his meals. So, even though Lawrence do not like the smell and taste of milk, he forced down his distaste of it and pick up the glass.

Taking one small sip before biting another sliced piece of the steak.

The small and black furball looked up at Lawrence with brimming eyes. As if saying, 'Yey, this human master is now eating with me!'

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