Mr Anderson whose thoughts were disrupted by her hurried footsteps raised his gaze and peered at the lady now standing at the foot of the stairs.
"And where are you going?" He demanded coldly. "Do you have plans of waking the entire household up?".
His cold gaze moved from her face to the black jacket she was wearing.
"A cat is meowing at my window. I won't be able to get a wink of sleep if I don't get rid of it right now," Joanna lied. She pulled the jacket down so that it reached her waistline.
"A cat at your window?" Mr Anderson raised an eyebrow. He didn't look convinced by her lie at all.
"You want to get rid of a cat and you are dressed like that?"
"I fall sick easily so I need to dress warmly. The moon goddess has been unfair to me and that is why I never got to inherit your bloodline...,"
"Stop spewing nonsense and go chase the cat away," Mr Anderson cut her short angrily.
