Chapter 977
Chapter 977:
Ellen’s eyes fixed on Yelena’s hand.
She spotted the cockatiel sitting on Yelena’s hand.
Just as Maggie was about to intervene, Ellen approached Yelena. She pointed at the bird in Yelena’s hand and said, “This cockatiel p>
Maggie stepped between them and explained, “This cockatiel just accidentally flew into our yard p>
Ellen found Maggie’s comment strange. Obviously, she knew the bird had flown in because they didn’t have any birds kept in the house!
And she was certain this cockatiel wasn’t Yelena’s!
The reason for that was straightforward because… Ellen had just spotted Johan outside!
Ellen had dismissed her earlier meeting with Johan as a mere coincidence, assuming they wouldn’t cross paths again. Yet, here they were, meeting again so soon.
And now, Johan was right at her doorstep.
When Johan saw Ellen, he greeted her warmly and explained that his cockatiel had accidentally flown into her yard.
Seeing Johan, Ellen was overwhelmed with nerves to the point that she almost couldn’t speak.
However, Ellen maintained her composure and told Johan she would go inside to search for the bird.
She didn’t recklessly invite Johan inside, as they had no current relationship that would justify such familiarity.
Although Ellen felt some attraction to Johan, she still kept her sense of reason.
If someone kept showing up in her life, it might not have been just a coincidence.
“Hand over the cockatiel,” said Ellen.
Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl𝑛οvєlѕ.сo𝓂
“What do you need it for?” Yelena asked, her eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion.
Ellen had no desire to let Yelena and the others venture outside to see Johan.
She believed Johan was meant to be hers alone, a fate she wasn’t willing to share with anyone.
“Hand me the cockatiel. Its owner is waiting outside,” Ellen said, extending her hand toward the little bird. “‘Blush p>
When the cockatiel heard its name, it turned its head toward her, its tiny expression full of curiosity, as if to wonder how she knew its name.
Ellen felt a rush of excitement. It was as Johan had said—this little bird really responded when someone called it by name! She repeated softly, “Blush, come here p>
This time, without hesitation, Blush flew into her outstretched hand, its head swiveling as it explored the world around it.
Ellen gazed at the bird in her palm, surprised. She felt cautious, still a bit fearful, but there was a part of her that didn’t want to let go of the bird.
Maggie watched this exchange, startled.
It wasn’t a secret that Ellen wasn’t fond of small animals.
They didn’t belong in her hands, nor did they belong in her sight.
“Ellen, is this cockatiel yours?” Maggie asked, puzzled.
The mention of her name seemed to trigger something in Blush. The bird squawked, “Ellen, Ellen p>
Ellen stood frozen, eyes wide. Why did the cockatiel know her name? In a flash, a swirl of emotions gripped her heart. Could it be that Johan had orchestrated this?