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.

an

glanced at Kale skeptically. "Are

nodded without

a heart after all," Drake smiled without realizing

bowl and took a sip. The rich, savory taste

his lips and commented,

I'll leave now," Kale

her I appreciate gesture, but there's

to go through

the

Kale replied, exiting

ran into Debra, who was

have the

"Yes."

did he think of

"He said thank you."

for what? If he hadn't asked for it, I wouldn't

Mr. Houston is probably still waiting for you in his room. You'd better

was afraid Drake would hear their conversation

out,