The cook quickly brought out the fragrant tonkotsu ramen, and Casimir Shaw ran over happily at the smell.
"Go wash your hands." The man sitting on the sofa spoke in a low voice, and the young boy obediently went to wash his hands before coming back to sit at the dining table to eat.
The abandoned ragdoll cat brushed against Leah's feet, staying far away from the man.
"Old Shaw, come and eat noodles." Casimir Shaw, with his mischievous eyes, said, "Food tastes better when you're not eating alone."
"Hmm." Major General Richard Shaw, who hadn't been eating well recently, responded lightly and got up to go to the dining table.
Leah suddenly felt an invisible pressure approach. The cat meowed softly and ran away.
Leah: "..."
Clearly, this was her home, and she had generously allowed this man to enter. Why did it feel like he had gained control like he was the owner?
