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."

sit. I've

Dorothy turned and

back with two glasses of water,

didn't make this for Abigail and Langston. Too much salt isn't good for the kids' stomachs." Dorothy's tone was as casual as if she was discussing the weather, a stark contrast to

water and set the glass on the table, he

"Then why break up?"

be blindsided

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 down her fork, "I'm not wrong, am I?"

with Quincy suddenly cured you of

gaze was piercing, filled with an

tongue unconsciously licking his lips, "I'll explain

let it go! Not

"Go ahead."

don't agree with the

were firm, clearly

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