In my mind, Dorothy's cooking never seemed to pack such a punch.

Perhaps sensing Everett's hesitation as he fumbled with his fork, Dorothy looked up, her gaze meeting his, "Not to your taste?" "No, it's delicious."

He offered a small smile, then returned to his meal.

At that moment, Everett wouldn't dare to criticize. Who knew what he'd have to face later?

They continued eating in silence until Dorothy suddenly spoke up.

"The dish is a bit salty."

"...A little."

"Want some water? Let me get you a glass."

Everett, pleasantly surprised, started to stand, "I can get it."

you sit.

turned and walked into

two glasses of water,

the kids' stomachs." Dorothy's tone was as casual as if she was discussing the weather, a stark contrast to the cold demeanor

the glass on the table, he assured, "It's okay, I

"Then why break up?"

be blindsided by that question

for me to believe. Didn't you once say you were a bit of a neat freak?" Her lips twitched into a smile as she put

Quincy suddenly cured

piercing, filled with an intensity that

unconsciously licking his lips, "I'll explain

actually let it go! Not exactly the interrogation Everett

"Go ahead."

with the

firm,

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