Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 215

"The stray cats aren't worth feeding. This premium cat food is for Rena…" Zach paused, then corrected himself, "For Serena's cat. I was just about to call you since I wasn't sure how to bring it upstairs."

He walked up to Serena and placed the bags at her feet. These were the most expensive brands from the pet store.

Serena barely glanced at them. "Take them back. My calico cat already has a brand she's used to."

"That fast?" Zach looked surprised.

He had only recently found out from the building's management that the top-floor resident had come down one night looking for a cat. That was when he realized Serena had one at home.

It had only been a few days, and he was surprised that the cat already had a favorite brand.

"That's the brand I picked out for the cat, isn't it?" Hugh suddenly spoke up, glancing at Serena.

"Last time I bathed it, I saw the food next to its bowl. Celeste brought it over for me, right?"

Serena smiled and nodded. "That's right. My calico cat loves it. I was just thinking about ordering more online."

"No need. I'll have Celeste bring more over. Same brand, guaranteed quality," Hugh responded smoothly.

They continued chatting as if no one else were there. Watching them, Zach felt his chest tighten. His fingers curled slightly.

"You sure know what a cat likes, Mr. Larson. Pity you don't seem to understand people."

Serena thought, "What was with the passive-aggressive tone?"

Serena frowned, about to confront him, but Hugh spoke first, "Mr. Foster, if you can't even figure out a cat's preferences, what makes you think you can talk to me about people? Cats choose their food, and Serena chooses who she wants in her life.

"Don't belittle her judgment with your narrow perspective. She knows what's best."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Serena.

Zach's brows furrowed.

He had believed that connecting the two villas meant connecting their hearts as well. He had always thought he was enough to be her whole world.

But there were nights when she would stand on the top-floor balcony, letting the cold wind seep into her bones as she gazed toward the distant skyline of Westhaven.

Back then, he would quietly drape a coat over her shoulders, pull her into his arms, and carry her inside, hoping the warmth of their home could fill the emptiness she never spoke of.

Now, as Hugh's accusations pressed down on him, a realization crept in.

A deep, uneasy guilt crept into his chest. His throat tightened, and his voice came out unsteady. "I thought…"

"You thought what you did was best for her?" Hugh cut him off, stepping even closer.

There was barely any space left between them, yet Hugh remained composed.

"You don't have the power to stand above others, yet you carry the arrogance of someone who does. That's why you were never the right choice."