Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 957 Nothing Found

Chapter 957 Nothing Found

Beata sat down directly on the floor in the foyer and greedily hugged all three big dogs, not letting any

of them go.

After rubbing them for over twenty minutes, Beata finally let go of the three big dogs. She got up from

the floor and asked, "Yael, what are their names?"

Yael handed Beata a glass of milk and pointed to the Golden Retriever, Samoyed, and German Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Shepherd one by one. "Number One, Number Two and Number Three," he said.

Beata almost spilled her milk in surprise. Luckily she hadn't taken a sip yet or it would have choked her

to death.

Even though Yael was really handsome - so much so that people might think he was a very

sophisticated man - judging from these three dog names alone showed that he was a straight guy; an

extremely straight guy.

Beata didn't know what to say at this moment except for laughing awkwardly twice and saying, "That's

quite unique."

Yael looked at Beata after she finished drinking her milk and said, "Laugh if you want to laugh or

criticize if you want to criticize."

Beata thought about it earlier but didn't dare speak out loud as she felt sorry for these three dogs with

such random names being raised by such an easy-going dad like him.

Especially Samoyed's name; calling it Number Two? Was that appropriate?

"Are they all male?" Beata asked.

"They are all males," replied Yael.

This gave Beata some comfort as at least none of them were named after girls even though their

names were not very pleasant sounding either.

But even though their names were chosen randomly like this, it wasn't important compared with how

well they were being raised by Yael who took good care of them.

"That's true," said Beata admiringly while looking at each dog closely. "You've taken great care in

raising them well."

"I haven't done anything special," replied Yael modestly.

"I can tell," continued Beata. "if you hadn't spent time taking care of them carefully training, then they

wouldn't look so good nor have such great personalities without being aggressive towards strangers."

It was her first time meeting these dogs but they seemed very friendly towards her, which meant that

Yael had really trained them well. Otherwise, those bad-tempered ones would scare people away when

seeing strangers come into their homes, growling or baring teeth just like that!

Yael didn't say anything more, but instead nodded at Beata's praise.

He had to admit that he was feeling very childish at the moment. At least, after hearing Beata's

compliments, his mood was very good.

Beata said she came to see the dogs and it was true. She didn't visit Yael's house and only stayed in

the living room and foyer.

The three dogs were all very close to Beata now. They were lying at her feet eating small pieces of

jerky that she fed them.

Beata loved them so much that she really wanted to take them all home with her. However, thinking of

Fat Bean, Beata curiously asked, "Yael, do you like these large dogs?"

Yael replied, "They're okay."

Beata pouted her lips wondering why he was so difficult to talk with. "Then why don't you have any

Alaskan or Huskies?" She asked absentmindedly.

Yael replied, "Didn't find any."

Beata paused for a moment before looking at Yael then back down at the three dogs by her feet. After

a while, she finally asked with difficulty, "So what you mean is... you found all three of them?"

Yael nodded his head and said, "There used to be a big yellow one too but I couldn't save him."

When he found these three puppies, they were quite pitiful but luckily they turned out well in the end; at

least now they were growing up healthy and strong.