Chapter 19
Pamela avoided his gaze, her eyes darting around.
The next instant, Scott felt his arms empty as she decisively broke free.
Pamela ran to the living room, facing Scott’s intense stare, and pointed at Ginger Tabby sleeping soundly.
“What relationship? A cooperative one!”
“Cooperatively raising Ginger Tabby together!”
Scott laughed in exasperation, wondering why getting her to admit they were a couple was so hard.
He smiled helplessly: “Fine, whatever you say.”
After the playful banter, Scott searched for a movie on TV.
He pulled Pamela onto the sofa. As the movie was about to start, Ginger Tabby woke up.
The kitten drowsily crawled into Pamela’s lap, nuzzled comfortably, and fell back asleep.
Pamela stroked it, whispering: “Kittens sure love sleeping.”
Scott held her and Ginger Tabby together, his heart as sweet as honey.
As the movie began, the protagonist kept wandering through dreams, unable to find an exit.
Unconsciously, Scott held Pamela tighter.
Pamela seemed to sense his unease, asking softly: “Scott, what’s wrong?”
His voice was low, filled with anxiety: “Do you think we’re like the movie’s protagonist…”
“…trapped in a dream without realizing it?”
Scott looked at Pamela in his arms. She shook her head firmly: “This is real, not just a dream!”
As if fearing his lingering unease, she added: “Whether dream or reality, I’ll always be with you, always by your side.”
Her steadfast gaze comforted him. He chuckled: “Why so serious? I was just asking.”
Pamela was speechless: “Only because you asked so seriously.”
She ignored Scott, turning back to stroke Ginger Tabby and immerse in the movie,
Scott’s eyes darkened, a hint of sorrow in them.
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Unbidden, memories flashed of Pamela silent in high school, contrasting with her now brightening spirit.
He just hoped this was all real, not some Pipe Dream.
As the movie ended, Pamela drifted off drowsily like Ginger Tabby.
Scott’s brows rose, a helpless smile touching his lips.
Carefully, he carried Pamela and Ginger Tabby back to the bedroom.
Tucking her in, he also covered Ginger Tabby a little.
Gazing at Pamela, he gently brushed her sleeping face.
Overcome, Scott leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly.
“You must be real.”
He murmured it like a reassurance to himself.
Late at night, everything quieted. Only Scott’s study held a dim light.
He stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling as it burned.
Lost in thought, Pamela’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Fighting sleepiness, she entered. Scott hastily stubbed out his cigarette.
Striding forward, he guided Pamela back, asking softly: “Why awake so suddenly?”
Pamela smelled the smoke on him and asked drowsily. “Why are you still smoking?”
“Back in high school, I tried to get you to quit…”
Smoking had long become a habit for Scott. Countless cigarette butts had seen him through countless tough nights.
How could he possibly quit now?
Scott held Pamela by the shoulders and had her sit on the edge of the bed. He stood nearby, not wanting to get too close because he still smelled of smoke.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”
But then Pamela suddenly said.
“When you’re not next to me, I can’t sleep well.”
“Scott, let’s sleep together!”
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