When Selina returned with a cart full of things, he went to greet her, and the two of them moved the things into the house.
Gold Nugget, on the other hand, lay lazily on the porch in its new kennel and watched the snow.
The house had to be tidied up, and it wasn't convenient for it to help out here, so it had been kicked out.
However, it had a tablet in front of it and snacks next to it. As the fiend worked, it could binge watch TV.
As she sorted out the things, Selina asked, "Did you beat up that Aurora again?"
Luke threw all the things he didn't like into a big cardboard box. "No."
"You don't look happy," she said.
Luke continued throwing things and told him about the dispute between the Soderbergs and Monroe in a few words.
Selina moved a table lamp around in the living room, trying to find the best spot. "Now that you mention it, I can understand why they're doing this. If it were my dad, he'd probably go after that person with a gun. "
Luke smiled. "Would you keep in touch with a drug addict and give him so much money despite Marino and Sandra's objections?"
Selina snorted. "If I gave him five thousand dollars, he'd probably beat me up and scold me for having a cow's brain."
Luke asked, "Are you sure?"
Selina said, "In my dad's words, when a child goes astray, we have to educate him. I was beaten up when I was a kid. "
Luke was curious. "How?"
Selina glared at him. "I don't remember when I was too young, but when I was five, I took money from my dad's wallet to buy a cowboy hat, and he beat me up when I got home."
Luke found that odd. "Why haven't I heard Sandra mention this before?"
Sandra often told Selina embarrassing stories about her childhood when they went to her house for dinner.
Selina chuckled. "Because I bought the hat for my dad. Strictly speaking, I didn't steal the money. I just took his money and bought him a birthday present. "
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Then didn't you get beaten up for nothing?"
Selina finally put down the vase and nodded in satisfaction. "Not really. From then on, Dad never made a move on me again. He always reasoned with me. "
"A blessing in disguise." Luke came to a simple and straightforward conclusion.
The two chatted as they tidied up the villa.
He could get a housekeeping company to do it, but Luke felt more comfortable doing it himself.
He was a man with slight mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. His family had never called a housekeeping company.
In the next few days, it would be his family who would be staying there. He didn't want to leave the bedroom to others.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he put down the cabinet in his hands. He walked to the door and looked at Gold Nugget's kennel.
A little girl was squatting in front of Gold Nugget, her face full of surprise. "Hey, golden puppy, come and smile."
Gold Nugget couldn't be bothered with this kind of low-level teasing, and continued eating its snacks unhurriedly.
Of course, it didn't hate the little girl in front of it. At least she didn't pull its fur.
The little girl leaned forward and slowly stretched out her hand. "Be good, let me touch you. Just once."
Gold Nugget was unmoved. It ate the cake and watched the TV series on its phone.
It could smell that the little girl's hands were relatively clean, unlike some naughty children who would randomly touch it with their hands covered in grease and mud.
If Gold Nugget got dirty, Selina would nag it a lot when she helped it bathe, which was very annoying.
The little girl's little hand finally touched Gold Nugget.
The big golden retriever was calm and composed. It merely glanced at her out of the corner of its eye before it continued looking at its phone. She couldn't have been happier.
This was the big golden retriever of her dreams — honest, tolerant, and elegant, like an elder.
Hm, but did golden retrievers like to watch TV series? That didn't seem strange. There were even dogs who liked to watch football games.
She couldn't help but reach up to touch the dog's head.
This dog's head was so big and furry. It would definitely feel even better to touch.
In the end, a pair of black beady eyes glared at her, and it sneezed unhappily before it moved its head a little further away.
The little girl chuckled and continued to try.
She could sense that the big golden retriever wasn't angry; it just didn't want her to touch its head.
Then … she had to touch it.
"It's watching a TV series. You'll disturb it if you touch its face." A voice rang out not far away.
The little girl tilted her head, and saw a handsome young man waving at her with a smile. "Hi, Mindy, long time no see. Where's your dad?"
Mindy was stunned for a moment, as if recalling something.
Suddenly, she pointed at him in surprise. "Are you that warm blond from the plane?"
Luke's lips couldn't help but twitch. Since when was he the same breed as this dog?
Women, even underage ones, were indeed logical.
"My name is Luke." He could only volunteer himself.
After all, he had only met this person once. Even if Mindy had a deep impression of him, she might not be able to recall his name right away.
Mindy blinked her slender eyes. "Oh, nice to see you again, Luke."
She wasn't too apologetic about her slip of the tongue just now, because she had always labeled Luke as a warm blond.
Although she had complained about the guy at the time, she still remembered his gentleness a little better later.
Clean and efficient killing? Sorry, but she killed people more cleanly than he did, which didn't affect her impression of him.
"Is this your dog?" Mindy asked immediately.
It was quite suitable for a warm blond to raise a big golden retriever.
Luke chuckled. "Sort of, but it's very old. You can't mess with it."
Mindy asked, "Can't I touch it?" There was disappointment in her chestnut eyes.
Luke said, "Touch the back of its head. Just don't block it from watching TV."
Mindy immediately reached out and touched the back of Gold Nugget's head.
She couldn't touch its face, but she could touch the back of its head.
Gold Nugget couldn't be bothered to resist.
It didn't have any objections to this level of stroking. Dollar even liked being stroked like this, so it let the little hand do as it pleased.
"What's its name?" Mindy asked as she looked at the adorable golden retriever.
"Gold Nugget and Dollar. They're both its names," said Luke.
Mindy found that odd. "Two names?"
Luke shrugged. "If your dad calls you Mindy, he'll call you baby or sweetheart, right?"
Mindy said, "But there's only one name."
Luke asked, "Can a dog tell the difference between a name and a nickname?"
Mindy's hand paused. She thought for a moment, then shook her head helplessly. "I don't think so."
Gold Nugget glanced at her again. Stupid girl, you've been tricked by the fiend again. As expected, she had breasts … Hm, she didn't have breasts or brains.
"Where's your dad?" Luke asked as he looked around.
Mindy said, "He went to sketch. I went to the supermarket to buy something for lunch."
Luke asked, "You? Lunch? "
(Note: This is the first time in my life that I've written 1,000 chapters, and the word count has finally exceeded two million. I haven't stopped updating for a single day. I'm so sick of this bird.
Thank you to all my readers for your recommendations, monthly subscriptions, and all kinds of support.
I've set a small goal here — I'll try to update 2,000 chapters and four million words. You'll all be poor!)
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