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. "Since when is she so kind

Kale skeptically. "Are

without

a heart after

a sip. The rich, savory

lips and

I'll leave now," Kale

called out, "Pass on my thanks to her. Tell her I appreciate gesture, but there's

to go

the

Kale replied,

Debra, who was coming

he have the

"Yes."

did he think

"He said thank you."

asked for it,

still waiting for you in his room. You'd better

Drake would hear their conversation from

Drake called out,