Myra you have wronged me

Tony glanced at her with a faint smile. “Now you remember about it.”

Myra had forgotten all about Meow after their conflict today. Thus, she squirmed with embarrassment. Meanwhile, he was already heading out the door. “Relax; Mrs. Frye has already let it out into the garden outside. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Upon hearing that, she finally felt relieved.

Tony soon returned with a bag in his hands. That bag seemed rather familiar for some reason, but Myra could not place where she had seen it before.

His figure was tall and broad. He had gone for a smoke when he went outside and returned with a cigarette casually held between his fingers. He was still wearing the white shirt and black pants that he wore during the day. Although he had his sleeves rolled up in a casual, at-home look, he still looked extremely handsome. She watched him walking over. Looking into his slightly narrowed eyes, she felt her heart rate increasing and hurriedly shifted her gaze away to look at the TV in