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.

me?" Drake raised an eyebrow. "Since when is she so

at Kale skeptically. "Are you

nodded without

heart after all," Drake smiled without

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

his lips and

I'll leave now,"

to her. Tell her I

go

the

replied, exiting the

Debra, who was coming

he have the

"Yes."

did he think of

"He said thank you."

me for what? If he hadn't asked for it,

for

was afraid Drake would

Drake called out, "Kale,