My Billionaire Thinks I’m His Cat Not His Fiancée Chapter 01

My Billionaire Thinks I’m His Cat Not His Fiancée Chapter 01

Everyone thought I was just a gold-digger, desperate to trap Ethan Sterling into marriage.

The truth? He had a cognitive disorder.

He didn’t see me as a person. He saw me as a cat.

I was at my breaking point, and so was the System.

I brought up marriage again.

Ethan replied patiently, “Sweetheart, people and cats can’t get married.”

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Hearing that line again, I finally snapped and slapped him.

Ethan let out a hiss.

His sharp brows pinched together in pain, and his jaw tightened.

A flicker of satisfaction ran through me.

He got up and went for the nail clippers.

Muttering under his breath, “Time for a trim.”

I mentally shouted: [System! The affection bar is full. You’re telling me I actually have to marry him to clear this?]

The System: […] Wasn’t it you who insisted on taking the shortcut?

[I told you to fix his cognitive disorder first.]

Ethan had already lifted me up and settled me on his lap.

He took my hand and started clipping my nails.

Sunlight spilled across his focused expression. Anyone watching would have called the scene intimate.

But to Ethan, this was just another day as a devoted cat owner.

As long as I stayed still, he’d tell me he’d found the best cat in the world.

I let out a bitter, drained laugh. “I’m human.”

Ethan’s expression flickered with something complicated.

As if he were proud, yet unwilling to disappoint a kitten who’d just asked a philosophical question.

He said, “If you think you are, then you are.”

A pause.

Then he stopped mid-clip. “Wait. I’ve never heard you meow.”

Hope flickered back. I stared at him with encouragement.

He lowered his head and continued trimming, a faint smile curving his lips.

Something almost like secret pride.

“Genius kittens are like that.”

The System flatlined: [No use. He’d rather believe a talking cat than a human girl.]

[I can’t watch this anymore. Let me check the shop for something that can help.]