Chapter 540

Jason couldn't help but frown as he noticed Monica's scattered thoughts. "Monica," he said, his tone firm, "she's my buddy's wife. Some jokes are fine, but there's a line. Not everything's a laughing matter." Monica could tell Jason was annoyed and pouted. "I was just asking, for crying out loud."

"No need to change shoes-just wash up. Dinner's ready," Jason said curtly before heading to the bathroom.

Alisa brought out some cutlery, and a somewhat embarrassed Monica followed suit to wash her hands.

Jason, being a cop, was a stickler for cleanliness, always insisting on using sanitizer before meals.

Monica teased him for being overly prim and proper, chiding, "What's with Mr. Clean here? Since when do tough guys need to be so spotless?"

Soon, the trio sat down to eat. Monica regretted coming; she felt out of place. Leaving now, though, would be awkward.

Internally, Monica grumbled about Jason's stinginess. He'd invited her for dinner, but it wasn't a fancy night out or a home-cooked feast by his own hands. But she kept chatting away, despite her inner gripes. "Jason, try this chicken noodle soup," Alisa offered, ladling some into his bowl with a caring touch. "It's good for the soul."

Alisa," Jason said with a polite

softness that only a woman in love

served Monica a bowl, saying, "You're always in dusty places with me.

with a chuckle, sipping the soup. "Alisa, you've outdone yourself. This

touch of sadness as she murmured, "Just takes

her grandma's. She was missing her,"

aunt holding

thought having Isla around might cheer them up," Alisa said, her voice tinged with sorrow. Jason's

clueless about who Will or Isla

a call from the station, he excused

turned to Monica, who was still eating, and said, "Monica, you're

the station. I own

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