The bitterness in my heart kept spreading. I stood outside the door for a long time until the topic inside changed.

After bringing Aston back home, a table of cold dishes went straight into the trash can.

The next day, a sober Aston acted as if nothing had happened, only apologizing to me.

"Sorry, Kyra, I drank too much last night because of my friend's hospitality. I will make it up to you by cooking for you in a few days."

I thought this perfunctory promise would never be fulfilled as before.

But today, Aston took the initiative to bring it up.

It seemed that his reunion with his ex-girlfriend was destined.

People were coming and going around, Aston's eyes were red, and the reflection in his eyes was only that of a person with a bright smile.

"Aston."

After a while, Aston spoke in a lost manner.

"Where do you live? I'll take you."

Elise James shook her head slightly.

"No place to live."

Aston tentatively asked, "Then, stay at my place first?"

"Okay."

"No."

Two voices sounded at the same time, and I frowned and refused indifferently.

It was May, but I only felt cold all over my body, frustrated and aggrieved.

Aston finally looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Kyra, don't make trouble. Elise is here without any relatives. She only knows me."

So what?

Despite my opposition, Aston picked up Elise's bag again and eventually brought Elise home.

The nervous and restrained look at Elise all the way showed how much he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear again.

This was what it was like when he really loved someone...

He would be nervous and uneasy, excited and expectant, very vivid.

He couldn't even pretend to be like this with me.

Elise was loved wherever she went.

When we got home, Aston, who had never cooked before, went into the kitchen for the first time.

At the sight of the table full of mouth-watering dishes, I realized how good his cooking skills were.

Unfortunately, the table full of dishes that should have belonged to me did not have my favorite dish.

"Kyra, try this. It's the best dish Aston makes. It's better than any chef outside."

Compared with Elise's calmness, I was so stiff that I could hardly hold my fork.

I was really useless...

She was indeed good at pretending as always.

A dish of sweet and sour goose liver melted in my mouth.

It was delicious, not exaggerated at all.