Carl shook his head like a rattle drum. "I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. Don't slander me."
The more he denied it, the guiltier he seemed. The more he explained, the more obvious that she
guessed it correct.
Jessica did not know whether to laugh at him or to show some concern first.
She stared at his tightly wrapped face and asked, "You conceal your face so well. Are you disfigured?"
Carl didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Jessica, you have filmed scenes of being burned. If my face
was burned, would I still be able to stand in front of you and talk to you like this? Where is your head?"
Jessica was just concerned about him, but she didn't expect he would rebuke her instead.
She sneered, "Then why do you wrap yourself up so tightly? Are you afraid that others would hit you
when they know you burned your apartment while cooking and made so many neighbors freeze for so
long?"
Carl's thoughts were more or less like that.
After all, he was a celebrity. If anyone found out he burned down his own apartment while learning how
to cook, they would laugh their heads off.
But he wouldn't admit to it.
"How is that possible? The fireman insisted on giving it to me...." Carl pulled his uniform and said with a
righteous expression.
Jessica snorted and ignored him. Carl turned around.
When she was about to enter the elevator, he thought of something and asked loudly, "Are you worried
about me?"
Jessica turned around and smiled brightly, "It's not dark yet, Mr. Carl."
Carl was confused for a moment before he realized Jessica was saying that he was daydreaming.
At this time, the security guard patrolled the building and greeted Jessica warmly, "Miss Jessica."
"Hello." Jessica remembered him. Although she didn't know his name, she still smiled at him.
When the security guard passed by Carl, he thought the latter was a fireman and said respectfully,
"Thank you for your hard work."
Carl said, "It's our job to serve the people."
Jessica raised her eyebrows. This man was truly shameless.
After the security guard finished talking with Carl, he asked Jessica, "Miss Jessica, is your dog alright?"
Jessica did not expect the security guard to remember the reason she had fabricated.
Facing the security guard's concerned inquiry, Jessica could only nod her head and say, "It's fine."
When she said this, she stole a glance at Carl.
The security guard believed her. "That's good."
Jessica said, "Thank you for your concern."
Carl knew whether she had a dog or not, so when the security guard mentioned the dog, she sensed
Carl's puzzled gaze.
Jessica did not stay any longer and entered the elevator directly.
After returning to her house, Jessica heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Carl pretended to be a fireman and didn't say anything.
No sooner had she sat down and poured herself a glass of water than Summer called.
"Jessica, I saw the news just now. It said your neighborhood was on fire. Are you alright?"
Jessica was amazed at how efficient the reporters were.
"I'm fine. The fire has been extinguished."
"Then I am relieved. Did you succeed in cooking the braised pork?"
"No. Why don't you come to my place and teach me how to cook it next time?"
Jessica rarely said anything in a coquettish tone. Summer laughed out loud. "Miss Jessica, we're
friends. You don't have to do this."
"Do what?"
"You're the proud and dignified type. Don't pretend to be a lamb."
Jessica didn't know how to respond to her words.
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