My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 494

By the time Derek woke up the next day, the sun was already shining brightly outside. It was noon now.

As the curtains of the window were not closed, the harsh and dazzling sunlight threw inside, which

made him feel uncomfortable. He closed his eyes struggling for a moment before he opened them

blankly. Then he looked at the ceiling in a daze being a little confused.

What he thought at first was he was still alive?

Then he imitated Christina and reached out childishly to pinch his waist. He didn't feel any pain, but he

looked down and could see that his abdomen was a little bruised from his fingers.

"Mmm." he frowned.

By this time, he had already noticed that the wound on his left arm had healed.

The unknown black cat had poison on its paws. After being scratched by it yesterday, he felt very

uncomfortable in the middle of the night, and then what happened?

Derek was a little confused. How did he get better? He had no recollection. Vaguely, he only

remembered that he dreamed a lot last night, all of which were memories of his childhood being bullied

by Christina.

Now it was hard to find the wound on his hand, it was only when he looked carefully that he could

notice a slight scar. The scar was healed perfectly as if he had never been hurt before.

Although it did not hurt bones, the surrounding flesh began to rot out. Pus flowed out of the purplish

flesh and blood. How could it be cured overnight?

At this moment, a black cat came out from under the bed.

It did not make a sound, nor did it excitedly jump. Instead, it was very calm, raising its head to look at

Derek.

It was obvious that in this room, except for Derek, who was already poisoned last night, only this black

cat was more suspicious.

It saved him.

Yes, it was indeed its credit, or else he would have died.

But when Derek looked down at the cat, he didn't think so. The cat was the cause of the disaster.

"Get out." Derek's blue eyes were glinting with anger.

Derek treated it like this the moment he woke up.

The black cat meowed at him on the bed. Its very strange cat eyes also flashed with dissatisfaction. Itnovelbin

stretched its front paws and lowered its body, pretending to be ready to attack at any time.

"I won't give you another chance," Derek shouted in a deep voice.

He reacted very quickly, turned over to get up, and ran over to hold the cat's neck with his right hand

very accurately. The cat was about to pounce on him but was held in his palm.

"Meow". Cats all over the world hate people holding their necks. The cat struggled to shake its body.

No matter how sharp and poisonous its claws were, it was useless now.

Derek would not show any mercy to it. He held the cat in his right hand and opened the window with his

right hand. Then, he threw it out with great strength and threw the cat high in the air!

"Meow."

All of a sudden, the cat screamed. It was thrown out in the air having no way to show any arrogance

and nobility. It was so scared making a harsh scream that its fur stood up.

When the cat luckily fell on the balcony of the next floor, it raised its head and roared angrily at Derek

upstairs. It sounded obviously very angry.

Derek, who was upstairs, was still calm and did not take it seriously at all. He even enjoyed what

happened to the black cat when it fell to the balcony just now.

Now Derek was even more confused, "Who raised the cat?"

It mattered more who its owner was.

The sound of the cat's meow attracted the attention of the child in the house downstairs. A boy who

had been in primary school for a year ran excitedly to the balcony, he pointed at the window with his

short fingers and then turned to shout, "Mom, there's a cat in our house. I really want to keep it."

His mother ran out. At first glance, she saw a fierce black cat.

It was too weird, too scary.

"No, don't open the balcony door. The black cat is an ominous animal. We can not let it run in."

His mother was scared by the black cat, especially when she saw the black cat's bright, golden pupils.

She did not dare to offend or provoke it.

"Oh my god, why is there a black cat in our house? Where did it come from?"

She would never have thought that the black cat was thrown down by Derek from upstairs.

The cat seemed to understand what humans said. It turned its head and its golden cat eyes lit up. It

looked at these ignorant people who should bow down in its direction.

Derek, who was upstairs, was in the mood to watch the show. He leaned against the window and

looked down at the scene downstairs. Suddenly, he said, "So no one likes you."

He said calmly while the black cat downstairs immediately raised its head. Its fur stood up, and the

cat's tail straightened. It seemed to show its dignity and let out a "meow" with hatred at Derek.

Was the cat a petty and vengeful creature?

Derek had a deep understanding of it.

Ever since he threw the cat downstairs that day, it held a grudge against him. The black cat had a lot of

willpower and hid quietly in a corner every time to find a chance to attack him, but of course, Derek

would never let the black cat make it.

Derek was annoyed to be disturbed by the cat every day and wanted its life all the time.

In fact, he couldn't do anything about a cat. No matter what he did, he couldn't kick it away.

"Why are you pestering me?" That day, he grabbed this cat by the neck and was about to throw it out

when he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Just then, the family opposite him went out and saw him talking to a cat. The other party looked at him

curiously and then at the black cat in his hand.

The neighbor greeted him with a friendly smile. "Mr. Fisher, you have a cat recently?"

"It's not my cat." He answered.

Derek had no choice but to throw the cat away and close the door again.

After struggling with the unknown black cat dozens of times, Derek seemed to feel a little tired.

Anyway, he had no experience living with other creatures.

In his memory, except for when Christina was a child, who had domineeringly snatched his bed, there

were no others even a cat like this having intruded into his affairs time and time again, disturbing him

and making him unable to live at peace.

Early the next morning, the black cat came again!

Derek was so furious.

Just like the first time he went to kindergarten when he was a child, he sat quietly in a small seat. Many

students were looking around him and talking about something, but no one dared to approach him.

Christina was wearing a very bright red dress with two pigtails and a small schoolbag. She, however,

sat down next to him and turned to tell him, "Hey, I'll be your deskmate from now on."

The parents all said that he liked to pester Christina since he was a child. In fact, at first, he was afraid

of being with his lively and active deskmate. Christina had a lot of ideas every day. And when she

played hide-and-seek with him, even if he found her, he had to pretend not to see her. Otherwise, she

would beat him up.

Slowly, he got used to it. Christina was noisy who loved to laugh, was very picky about food, and liked

to lose her temper.

In the end, he couldn't leave her.

Why did this happen? Many times when he was alone, he was also thinking about it. But he had never

tried to force anything and it did not matter whether he would meet her or not. He had always been in

such a state of no desire.

The black cat came again, and Derek suddenly remembered his childhood.

At that time, his grandfather was still alive, so did Christina's grandfather. Sometimes people outside

bullied him and called him a fool. Christina would definitely blush with anger and pounce on them

fiercely. No matter whether others were taller or stronger than her, she would beat them up first to

speak for Derek.

When Christina was a child, she was always covered in injuries and several of her skirts were torn. He

often stood by and looked at her quietly, as if he was indifferent. In fact, he was at a loss at that time.

Perhaps, it was for the sake of her childhood memories, he did not say anything to chase the black cat

away when it came over today.

Just as many people asked Christina how she and Derek became playmates, she shamelessly said

that one day he would get used to being pestered.

Derek had always looked mysterious, because he did not like to be close to people, and even Christina

did not really know what he was like in private.

So what was Derek's daily life like?

His daily life was actually very bad.

He had such a handsome face and figure, but this guy woke up every day with his hair in a mess, and

he didn't even bother to tidy it up. Sometimes he went out to sleep on the lawn and went home to

continue sleeping. The next day, he still wore the same set of clothes with some grass, wood, and dirt.

He didn't even bother to shake out the dirt, making the sheets dirty.

When he woke up today, he stood up looking tall and thin by the bed. But as soon as the fair and

handsome man woke up, he was still a little sleepy, his white shirt was in a mess, and his trousers were

still stuck with weeds he went outside yesterday.

Derek always dealt with anything in a simple way.

He stared at his blue and white striped sheets for a long time, as if he had finally made a decision. He

wrapped his sheets, covers, and pillows into a pile.

Then he also took off his clothes, pants, and underwear.

He found an oversized trash bag and threw all the dirty sheets, including his clothes, into it to tie a knot.

It was all clean now.

There were many garbage bags in his house, and they were all super large. He was so rich, but he

didn't like to live in a big house. It wasn't because Christina's house was too big and cold but because

he just didn't bother to clean up such a big one.

He also didn't like to hire servants to clean it up, so no one else was allowed to enter his house nor

could they touch the things he placed. As long as someone came in and moved something, he would

feel uneasy all day.

He had been taking care of himself for so many years, but who would have thought that such a good-

looking man might live in the trash.

"There are no clothes left." Derek walked to his closet. He was very skillful and took out a new set of

shirts and pants as well as underwear.

Then he realized that his entire wardrobe was empty and there were no other clothes. What about his

next set of clothes tomorrow?

The black cat was squatting on the counter in the bedroom. It was quiet and motionless like an

ornament. At this time, the black cat was looking at Derek doing it curiously, especially when he sighed

at the wardrobe.

Derek was born a little hoarse, and his voice was pleasant to hear. He became a little helpless and

aggrieved when saying "no clothes". The cat's eyes lit up in surprise.

Derek was really a weirdo.