Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, “I’m not the best cook out there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes.”

Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must’ve prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

“Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?” she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

“If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the future!”

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

“It’s fine…”

many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve never told anyone

head

that this would be a long

village in Beach City. My adoptive parents are two good fishermen. I have an incompetent older brother and an obedient little sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The

the mention of this, his pair of

people needed a lifetime to recover

because he

I was in primary school, my teacher told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil

sorry!” Renee suddenly felt a

this tragedy, she felt terrible for having a carefree

got double the happiness

me? The person who should be apologizing is those who damaged my life and the enemy of

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