Curtis was bustling around in the kitchen with his back to Carl and didn’t reply to him.

Carl went straight into the kitchen. Standing beside the man, he lifted his head and inquired, “Why didn’t you reply to the message I sent you this afternoon, Mr. Curtis? Have you really broken up with Ms. Rayna?”

Receiving no response, he called out, “Mr. Curtis?”

A while later, he pressed on, “Why aren’t you saying anything, Mr. Curtis?” His voice was booming, blasting toward Curtis at full force.

Some time passed before Curtis finally answered in the affirmative.

“Why? Ms. Rayna is so nice. Does the person you love more surpass her in looks?” Carl asked.

At that question, Curtis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “There’s no one I love more.”

Frowning, Carl muttered, “But Ms. Rayna said you’ve got someone you love more and broke up with her because of that.”

“No,” Curtis denied once more. Deftly taking out the piping hot buns from the steamer, he added, “She was the one who asked for a breakup, and I merely respected her decision.”

That had Carl wholly confounded. “Huh? Then why did she ask for a breakup?”

Without bothering to answer that, Curtis grabbed his back collar with one hand while holding the buns in the other. Walking into the living room, he tossed Carl onto the couch as though hurling a cushion. “Don’t ask any more questions. Eat some buns.”

“But—”

Carl was utterly curious to know why the couple broke up, but he ended up intimidated by Curtis’ sharp gaze. Lowering his head, he took a bun from the plate.

Seeing the bun’s appearance, he couldn’t help grumbling inwardly. The bun he made is really unsightly. The mere sight of them is unappetizing!

Curtis likewise took a bun from the plate before querying casually, “Did your father contact you and your mother often after going abroad?”

“During the first two months, Daddy had video calls with us every day, but later, he didn’t even call us. He said he’s exceedingly busy, and I’m worried that I’ll disrupt him if I call him,” Carl admitted in a muffled voice, having taken a bite of the bun.

“Is that so?” Curtis’ brows knitted together.

He knew that Theodore’s father was injured in Xyperia, so Theodore had gone over to help.

nothing serious over there, no? Why did he stay there for a

into the filling in the bun, and his face contorted at

the glass of fruit juice, he downed

took a bite as well. “I

saltiness pervaded his entire mouth. Verily, it tasted

a flash,

okay, Mr. Curtis. This makes it evident that you’ve got no talent for cooking. Nevertheless, you’re an expert in making money,” Carl comforted, patting the man on the shoulder as though he

the bun

buns, so he had thought they were incredibly delicious. It wasn’t

ate

he recalled how she had sung praises of the buns while eating them, his

sake of preserving my dignity. Judging from my cooking skills, the spaghetti bolognese I made in the morning must have

sigh.

she makes it impossible for me to hate

you referring to Ms. Rayna, Mr. Curtis?” Carl inquired,

“No.”

you talking

talkative, Curtis outright ignored

even if you don’t end up with Ms. Rayna, Mr. Curtis. Anyway, she’s still

Words eluded Curtis.

daughters resemble their mothers, so Ms. Rayna’s future daughter will definitely take

struck Curtis

Jerking his head back, he glowered at Carl. “If you continue yakking, I’ll throw you

Carl groused, “I didn’t speak ill of

his

Carl quickly

voice gone, Curtis found

the study for two hours before returning to his

he came out of the bathroom in a robe, he was greeted by the sight of Lucky sprawled on the carpet beside the bed. It had entered the room at some

usually together at all times. It took a while before he remembered that it had long

initially limp tail. It was as though it wanted him to play

Curtis purposefully stared straight

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