Sharon was pleasantly surprised, for it was the first time in two years that her sister took the initiative to cook. It also meant she finally put down whatever had been weighing on her heart.

Sheryl nodded at Casper and Elena, then walked into the kitchen.

Casper scratched his head. “Um… It’s not time to eat yet, right?”

In response, Sharon elbowed him. “My sister rarely wants to cook, so don’t complain.”

At that, he shrugged. After all, he had been cooking all afternoon and had not eaten much. Thus, he did not mind eating at such an odd hour.

The three of them then moved to sit in the living room. Feeling urgent, Caspar headed to the bathroom. Before he left, Sharon glared at him viciously and said she would punish him if he urinated on the toilet seat.

As he did not expect her to say something so unrefined, he got goosebumps upon hearing her words. Afterward, while heading to the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a door at the end of the corridor. It was not properly closed, and a dim light was shining from inside.

“It’s not good to just walk into a lady’s room,” he muttered.

Nevertheless, he eventually ended up standing outside the door. From the gap in the door, he looked inside.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the only source of light was a bedside lamp.

With his sharp eyes, he noticed many marks that looked like they had been carved into the bedside table with a knife. Squinting, he realized that it was covered with the word “hate.”

“The accumulation of resentment into hatred. It’s an opportunity.”

Since he had caught a glimpse of the resentment in Sheryl’s heart, he wanted to take the opportunity to help her.

“Ah! Sheryl!”

of the corridor, shocking him. Without thinking any further, he

fingers with tears in her eyes. “I’m useless. I haven’t cooked in

not dare come forward to irritate her further. Thus,

only hurting yourself like this. You’re hurting your sister too,” Elena said, feeling at a loss as

a fork suddenly flew out and struck her arm, causing her to drop

forward and pressed two fingers on Sheryl’s neck. Immediately, the woman felt weak and fell backward. While using one hand to grab onto her waist, he kicked

“Sorry, Ms. Sheryl!”

fine. I won’t hurt myself. I just cut my fingers while

him emptily. Then, she looked at her bleeding fingers and sighed. “I won’t be so short-sighted. Before

what you’re thinking, don’t

you can

“Oh, sorry.”

back to her feet. Immediately,

walking out of the kitchen

like it’s just a normal kitchen accident

wiped away his sweat. After all, he had just acted as if he were dealing with a terrorist attack. As a result, he wondered if

at him

moment. It was the first time since Sheryl got depressed

tell me

then rolled her eyes and said, “He’s the owner of Tycoon Hotel. He’s

to retort when she emphasized the word “single.” However, he was indeed single, and she had

my heart… Ms. Clauder will

However, as he had been busy with the showdown, he did not

time to think about these things now. I still have a shareholders meeting to

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