EuropeNovelChapter 45 "Pudding, you little rascal, how did you get out here?" The security guards had no tto worry about Isadora now. All their attention was on blocking Pudding, who was bounding toward the gate. They circled around, hands outstretched, but no one dared grab him too roughly. Everyone knew Pudding was Mr. Fitzgerald's pride and joy.
There was a ta new housekeeper, not knowing any better, treated Pudding like any ordinary pet. She was out in the garden one afternoon, sweeping up the autumn leaves. Pudding, ever playful, dashed through and scattered the neat piles everywhere. Frustrated, the housekeeper gave him a gentle tap with her broom.
That was all it took.
Victor found out-and fired her on the spot.
After that, everyone at Stratus Manor understood: this dog was as much the master of the house as Victor himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow Pudding barked excitedly, dodging left and right, making a beeline for Isadora.
"Don't holdback! I smell someone who feels just like mom," his every movement seemed to say.
Isadora stared at the big, fluffy white dog barreling toward her. It was a Samoyed, strong and nearly up to her waist, clearly getting on in years but still agile and full of energy.
Strangely, Isadora felt an instant bond with him. Had they met before? When she was a child, she'd always loved cats and dogs. She once found a stray puppy with a limp by the roadside, brought it hin secret, and hid it in her room. The next day, Carla found out and, in a fit of cold rage, crushed the pup in its cradle.
Isadora had screamed and sobbed until she was breathless, standing up to Carla for the very first time. Carla had jabbed a finger at her head. "I already have to feed you, you little burden. Now you wantto take care of a dog too?" Lost in thought, Isadora instinctively opened the car door and stepped out.
Pudding stopped just a couple of feet in front of her, studying her face with bright, eager eyes.
He barked-loud, wild, almost ecstatic.
The staff and guards looked on, bewildered and amazed.
It was well known that Pudding, like Victor, was proud and aloof-he barely acknowledged strangers. Even the dog's caretaker had taken over a year to earn his trust.
Yet here he was, tail wagging, barking at Isadora with unmistakable recognition- not aggression, but joy. As if he actually knew her.
Isadora stared back, glancing at the staff. It was obvious this dog ranked high in the household.
Victor's dog, she realized, and then it clicked-sometimes, to win favor, you needed the right introduction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy not use this dog to get inside the manor? She bent down carefully on one knee, stretched out a hand, and called softly, "Chere, boy." In a flash, Pudding's eyes lit up. He bounded straight into her arms, licking her hands and sleeves, tail wagging with delight.
He knew this scent-it was so familiar.
Pudding barked even more energetically, circling Isadora and and nearly knocking her off balance. She staggered, barely managing to steady herself under his exuberant weight. He was bigger, heavier, and fluffier than she'd expected.
Trying to catch her breath, Isadora peeked out from the cloud of fur and called out, "You see how much he likes me? Why not letbring him inside?" Meanwhile, Victor returned to Stratus Manor.
A butler hurried to meet him. "Sir, Pudding did something odd today He dashed out to the gates, then ran straight to a beautiful woman and refused to let go, no matter what we did." The staff's story was muddled and confused.
Victor frowned, puzzled. He'd had Pudding for years and never seen the dog take to any woman.
Had Pudding suddenly changed? Or was he just getting sentimental in his old age?
With a shadowed gaze, Victor strode his deeper into the house, undoing sapphire cufflinks. Every movement radiated effortless elegance and an unshakable air of command.
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