Chapter 22 - Samson And The Chihuahua (2/2)

Marcel took a mouthful of breath and ducked into the water with his eyes closed. He stayed there for about five minutes and while he was underwater, the dog kept barking as if he knew he was endangering his life.

But Marcel resurfaced with a gasp of life. This was something he did every day and wasn't scared of drowning. Each time he was underwater and close to death, he felt peaceful and at rest. But then, it wasn't time to rest forever so he had to surface each time.

Marcel finished the rest of his shower and came out only to realize a part of the chihuahua's fur was wet and it hit him, the dog has not been bathed yet.

He frowned at once, would he need to bathe that thing? No, there was no way on earth he was wasting his time bathing that burdensome creature. He would rather get rid of it than do that.

Three minutes later...

Marcel was seen lathering the shampoo into the fur coat of the chihuahua using his hands. Contrary to what he thought, the annoying creature wasn't standoffish nor anxious about getting bathed, making the whole work all easier.

If only his men could see the scene of Marcel bathing the chihuahua while following instructions from his phone, they would have probably laughed at him till their belly hurt and tears escaped from their eyes.

Marcel only cared about himself, In fact, he wasn't the one who washed Samson and had a special team for that. But then, Samson was as proud as Marcel and tended to make things difficult for the team except Marcel was beside him.

Once the Chihuahua was fresh and clean, Marcel took it out of the tub and wrapped him up in a dry towel. According to instructions from his phone, he gently rubbed the towel against its body to speed up the drying process.

So while Marcel blew dry his hair, there was a chihuahua by his side to attend to as well and all this while, Samson watched their interaction.

The big cat watched both of them with keen interest and felt threatened, not because the chihuahua was strong enough to beat him, but his position was slowly being taken over by that little pest. He had to show that little thing he was the boss here and the original family of his master. But then, this was not the right time; he had to be patient.

Marcel was in the process of wearing the last of his clothes when a knock came on his door.

”Come in,” He ordered, closing up the rest of his button when Macy walked into his room.

At her appearance, Samson raised his head only to lazily lay down upon noticing that she wasn't a threat to his master.

”What is it?” Marcel asked, carrying the chihuahua he had taken a sudden liking into his arms.

Macy announced, ”I've found the clinic that treated Elijah that night,”