Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Kale tossed the fish onto the cutting board.

Debra laughed, "What's going on? Running out of chefs?"

"We have chefs," Kale replied without missing a beat, "but none of them know how to make carp soup."

"It's simple to make. What kind of chefs are they?" Debra reasoned.

"I'll come back for it in half an hour. Thank you for your help," Kale said, leaving the kitchen.

Their whole exchange was simple and dry. Debra looked down at the fish and shook her head.

Time passed, and eventually, Kale returned as promised. Debra, having simmered the soup for 20 minutes, handed him the steaming pot.

"There you go. But fish soup is a bit too nutritious for breakfast," she said.

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Houston," Kale said, his tone oddly formal.

He quickly took the soup upstairs.

Upstairs, Drake glanced at the fish soup and asked, "What's this?"

"Fish soup made by Mrs. Houston," Kale replied.

this for me?" Drake raised an eyebrow.

glanced at Kale

without

has a heart after all," Drake smiled

took a sip. The rich, savory taste of the broth spread across his

smacked his lips and commented,

then. I'll leave now,"

on my thanks to her. Tell her I appreciate

go through the

the

replied, exiting the

he ran into Debra, who was

have

"Yes."

he think

"He said thank you."

what? If he hadn't asked for it,

waiting for you

would hear their conversation from

called out, "Kale, let her