Chapter 4: Unexpected Rescue
909words
After work on Friday, a sudden downpour threw the entire city into chaos. I stood inside the glass doors of the company building, looking out at the pouring rain, wondering whether to wait for it to stop or brave the storm and leave.
Just then, I heard a faint meow.
Following the sound, I saw a small orange kitten curled up in a corner outside the building, soaking wet, looking utterly pitiful. The me from my previous life might have hesitated, but the current me knew that some things were worth taking risks for.
I took off my coat, rushed into the rain, and carefully approached the orange kitten. It looked only three or four months old, with its left front paw seemingly injured, which it was pitifully licking.
"Don't be afraid, little one," I said softly, slowly extending my hand, "I won't hurt you."
The orange cat watched me warily but didn't run away. I carefully picked it up and wrapped it in my coat. Just then, a familiar voice came from behind me.
"So you like meddling in others' affairs."
I turned around to see Alexander Morgan standing in the rain with an umbrella, looking down at me. Rainwater dripped from the edge of his umbrella, forming a small puddle on the ground.
"It's injured and needs help." I didn't back down, looking straight into his eyes.
To my surprise, Alexander Morgan approached, crouched down to examine the orange cat carefully: "The left front paw is fractured, it needs immediate treatment." His tone was unexpectedly gentle.
"I was about to take it to the animal hospital," I said.
"Use my car," Alexander Morgan said in a manner that brooked no refusal, already taking out his phone to dial, "Dr. Zhang, I need you to come to the clinic immediately, there's a cat that needs urgent treatment."
I stared in surprise at this legendary cold-hearted CEO. His reaction completely caught me off guard. In my previous life, I had never heard that Alexander Morgan had a soft spot for animals.
Alexander Morgan took the orange cat, carefully cradling it in his arms: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow me."
His black Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the building, with the driver already holding the door open. I followed Alexander Morgan into the car, my mind filled with questions.
"You really like cats?" I couldn't help asking.
Alexander Morgan looked down at the orange cat in his arms, his gaze incredibly gentle: "When I was little, I had a cat that looked just like this one, called Little Orange."
"What happened to it?" I asked softly.
"It died," he answered briefly, his eyes suddenly turning cold, as if the gentleness from moments ago had been just an illusion.
The car fell into silence. I gazed at the rainy scene outside the window, lost in a thousand thoughts. This Alexander Morgan seemed somewhat different from the cold, heartless business titan I had heard about in my previous life.
Upon arriving at the pet hospital, Dr. Zhang was already waiting there. He skillfully took the orange cat and proceeded with the examination and treatment.
"The fracture isn't serious, but it needs to be immobilized for a while," Dr. Zhang said. "It's also somewhat malnourished and will need special care."
"I will take care of it," I said.
Alexander Morgan glanced at me: "Are you sure? Taking care of an injured cat isn't easy."
"I'm sure." I nodded, "I owe it my life."
Alexander Morgan raised his eyebrow: "How so?"
I looked at the orange cat receiving treatment and said softly: "If I hadn't tried to save it, I wouldn't have met you here, and I wouldn't have had the chance to prove my 'precognitive abilities'."
Alexander Morgan was silent for a moment, then said: "Tomorrow at ten in the morning, come to my office. We need to talk."
I knew he had finally decided to believe me.
When we left the hospital, the rain had already stopped. Alexander Morgan insisted on taking me home. In the car, he suddenly asked, "Do you really believe in destiny?"
I looked at his profile, which appeared particularly profound in the moonlight: "I believe destiny can be changed, and that's the meaning of my rebirth."
He nodded thoughtfully without saying anything more.
When the car stopped in front of my apartment building, Alexander Morgan handed me a business card: "This is my personal number. If you have any important information about the 'future,' contact me anytime."
I took the business card, my fingertips inadvertently touching his hand. In that moment, I felt a current run through my entire body. Alexander Morgan also seemed to feel something, his gaze shifted slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
"See you tomorrow, Miss Lin," he said.
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Morgan," I replied, carrying the cage with the orange cat as I got out of the car.
Watching the Rolls-Royce disappear into the distance, a strange feeling welled up inside me. This Alexander Morgan seemed far more complex than I had imagined. And perhaps our fates were more tightly intertwined than I had anticipated.
