Chapter 326 Pudding’s Royal Return
Just then, the sound of barking came from the doorway.
A smile broke across Summer’s face–it was Pudding!
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She looked toward the door just in time to see Pudding bounding forward, the butler Taylor being dragged behind by the leash, panting heavily,
It was hard to tell who was walking whom.
“Mr. Graham, Ms. Stewart, Pudding… I’ve brought… him in, Taylor said, drenched in sweat, hist back nearly thrown out by the dog’s strength.
The fluffy white Pudding, seeing Summer, barked even louder.
The barks echoed through the grand hall of the Graham Mansion.
Just as Pudding was about to leap onto Summer.
Fraser, appearing from nowhere, gestured and commanded, “You silly dog, stop.”
Pudding, with its little stubby legs, skidded to a halt just a second before jumping on Summer, squatting on the ground instead.
It looked up at Fraser with eyes brimming with tears, the picture of misery.
Summer squatted down and gently stroked Pudding’s fur, calling softly, “Pudding.”
Pudding responded with enthusiastic barks.
“Pudding.”
Again, Pudding barked in reply.
It was clear Pudding wanted to get closer, but Fraser’s command held it back. Summer also wanted to hug it, but even before her pregnancy, picking up Pudding had been a struggle, and now it was impossible.
Summer earnestly explained, “I have a baby now, I can’t hold you, you know. You might squish the baby. Once the baby is born, I’ll lift you up high, okay?”
Fraser, overhearing this, glanced at Summer’s delicate figure and was a bit speechless.
Lift it high? She doesn’t realize how little she weighs. Not sure if it would be Pudding lifting her or her lifting Pudding.
Pudding seemed to understand, or at least it didn’t try to get Summer to hold it anymore.
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Fraser rolled his eyes, knowing this dumb dog got overly excited whenever it saw Summer.
He scolded. “No licking, keep your tongue in.”
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Pudding looked even more wronged, its round eyes turning as it sulkily wagged its tail high.
Seeing Fraser constantly scolding it, Summer got upset and shooed him away. “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking? Why keep bothering it?”
“Hmm. Fraser raised an eyebrow, his status clearly dropped since the dog’s arrival.
He commanded Pudding. “Behave yourself.”
Then he went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Summer reassured Pudding, “Don’t mind your dad, he’s a bad guy.”
Pudding barked loudly, agreeing with Summer.
But after being scolded, Pudding behaved well, just resting its head against Summer’s palm, not licking or seeking hugs anymore.
Summer felt the soft touch in her palm and her eyes moistened.
“Pudding, thank you for still remembering me.”
In the bedroom, Fraser, smelling of cooking, had to take a shower due to his slight obsession with cleanliness.
When he came out of the shower, he saw Summer and Pudding sitting together on the couch, a movie–themed song playing on the screen.
Fraser, drying his short hair with a towel, asked, “What are you doing?”
Summer saw Fraser emerge from the bathroom.
He was shirtless, wearing gray lounge pants, a towel around his neck, his black hair damp, droplets silently falling onto his sculpted chest.
Feeling a bit thirsty, Summer’s gaze inadvertently drifted back to the TV, “Watching a movie.”
Fraser walked over and looked at Pudding,
He pointed to a spot next to them.
Reluctantly, Pudding moved over and settled down beside them.
Fraser nodded in satisfaction and sat down between the woman and the dog.
Summer amused hv Fraser’s childish hehavior noted he didn’t share his meal with Pudding
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Unable to stand it, Summer split her portion in half.
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She soothed Pudding. “You’re the best, Pudding, sitting next to your dad and watching together.”
Pudding, hearing Summer speak, responded with bright eyes and barking.
Afterward, Summer casually took Fraser’s towel and began to dry his messy wet hair, her soft fingers moving the towel through his hair.
Fraser’s
gaze softened, watching the woman drying his hair, his voice low and magnetic, “Being so thoughtful?”
Summer’s cheeks flushed, realizing this might be the first time she had dried his hair.
“This is to make up for your cooking tonight.”
As she was about to set the towel down, Fraser grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
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