"Alright, now. I've never seen you so attached to a woman before."
Hope was lifted up like a sack, its little paws flailing in mid-air.
Rosalind Lowell covered her mouth and giggled. "Hope likes me, so of course he's clingy."
She took hold of Hope's dangling front paws. "Right, little furball?"
Hope seemed to smile at her, wagging its tail.
Alaric Davenport watched her, his gaze gentle but his expression serious. "We leave the day after tomorrow."
Rosalind Lowell froze for a second before realizing where he was talking about leaving for.
"Are we bringing Hope?"
"No."
The moment Alaric Davenport finished speaking, Hope started yelping as if in protest, which made Rosalind Lowell roar with laughter.
"Oh, let's just take him. He *is* Hope, after all."
...
「The next day.」
Herman Lowell slammed his hand on the table in fury. "What is going on?"
Yasmine Kimball threw a file onto the desk. "I was about to ask you the same thing!"
