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    Levy had never really understood why girls acted this way. He didn’t believe dogs understood people. However, after observing Flossie conversing patiently with Coal Ball, he found it natural and even somewhat endearing.


    Coal Ball quieted down, its ck head resting on its paws, and its round, wet eyes stared at Flossie. Since Flossie had decided to keep Coal Ball, she had bought a lot of pet supplies for her home.


    It was Levy’s first time at Flossie’s ce. Cute pumpkin-shaped pillows decorated the sofa, a bouquet of balloon flowers sat on the dining table, and porcin ornaments nked the TV wall. Next to the sofa was a soft dog bed with toys and teething sticks.


    On the balcony was a hanging seat, the same one Levy had noticed when he was at his ce before.


    Levy set the pet carrier beside the dog bed. Flossie opened the carrier door, and Coal Ball hobbled out. Flossie carried Coal Ball to the dog bed and ced a bowl of dog food and water beside it. She moved with calm and order.


    “Does yourndlord allow you to keep a dog?” Levy asked, settling on the sofa without any intention of leaving.


    After a brief pause, Flossie replied, “No.”


    Levy was about to suggest, “You can keep the dog at my ce,” but Flossie added, “So I bought the apartment.” Levy found himself momentarily speechless. Well, Flossie was benefiting from Ellie’s sess, so she wasn’t poor.


    “I’ll wash my hands and get you some water,” Flossie said, turning towards the bathroom.


    Levy found this amusing. She must have assumed he would leave immediately, so she hadn’t nned on offering him water.


    As soon as Flossie left, Coal Ball tried to follow her.


    “Stay put,” Levy ordered sternly.


    “Woof!” Coal Ball was very unhappy.


    Levy felt like the dog was cursing him. Looking down at Coal Ball, Levy said, “If you keep barking, I’ll toss you outside.”


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    When Flossie returned with a ss of water, she heard Levy threatening her pet. Coal Ball was watching him warily. Levy and Coal Ball didn’t get along.


    “Mr. Sanders, don’t scare him. He’s just a puppy,” Flossie sighed. She ced the ss on the tea table, squatted down, and petted Coal Ball’s head. Coal Ball nuzzled her hand.


    Levy frowned, regretting his decision to let Flossie keep the dog. “You… have you got anything else to say?”


    After spending time with the dog, Flossie realized Levy had no ns to leave the sofa.


    Two seconds passed before Levy spoke up. “I haven’t eaten.”


    ncing at her watch, Flossie replied, “It’s nearly eight o’clock.” He hadn’t eaten and it was almost eight?


    It was hard to believe.


    “I still haven’t had dinner and it’s eight o’clock,” his tone betrayed a hint of desperation.


    Flossie eyed him suspiciously before opening the fridge.


    “I don’t have much at home. How about some noodles?” she offered.


    “Sure.”


    Soon, Flossie prepared noodles with an egg. They hadn’t spent much time together, and Levy had never tasted Flossie’s cooking before. He took a bite and found it surprisingly delicious.


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