Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 321

From the entryway came a chorus of mewling sounds.

It was a rare day when Serena was working from home. Dressed in her cherry-print pajamas, she walked over to the front door, where Snuggle was pawing at it and meowing nonstop.

Its long tail curled around her calf, as if it was torn between the allure of flowers outside and the human who popped open its food cans every day. It clearly couldn't decide which it loved more.

Serena couldn't help but laugh. Snuggle had always been a wanderer at heart. Since she and Hugh were the only ones living on the top floor, she figured it'd be safe to let the little explorer out for a bit.

"Take a walk up here for now. I'll bring you downstairs after I finish reviewing the new project…"

But before she could finish her sentence, Snuggle darted through the cracked door and immediately flung itself at Hugh's leg, meowing dramatically.

Serena looked up, startled—only to lock eyes with Hugh, who looked just as surprised.

"You're not at work?"

"I came back to grab something," he replied, lifting the briefcase in his hand.

He looked down at Snuggle, now sprawled shamelessly on his polished shoe like it owned him. With a faint smile, he bent down and stroked its head.

Snuggle's ears drooped happily, and he rubbed against Hugh's hand like he had found a new favorite.

Serena hurried over and scooped up Snuggle. "I was just letting it get some air. I didn't mean to block your way to the office…"

"There's no hurry." Hugh picked Snuggle up with one hand and dropped it neatly into Serena's arms. "I heard Voyage Group is eager to partner with Amber Group."

"How did you know that?" She held Snuggle in the crook of her arm, gently scratching its chin to calm it down. Her tone was casual, but her eyes held a flicker of surprise.

Just two days ago, a foreign company, Voyage Group's local branch, had suddenly declared a pivot to the domestic market. They specifically requested a collaboration with Amber Group.

But Serena glanced at the clock and suddenly remembered something. She turned and came back with a sandwich, soy milk, and a small box of freshly washed cherries.

"I overheard Chandler at the door the other day, saying you've been skipping breakfast again. I just happened to make an extra one today. I was planning to have it as afternoon tea, but… your stomach gets priority now."

She even packed it in a sleek black-and-white shopping bag, not wanting to ruin his look. There were colorful breakfast items and a cup of soy milk that totally clashed with Hugh's cold, CEO vibe.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he took the bag anyway and headed downstairs.

In the car, he bit into a cherry, then another. He thought back to Serena that morning—barefoot and smiling in her cherry-print pajamas.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Sweet," he murmured.

The cherries were sweet. And so was the person who wore them.