Carl swaggered in as if he was in his own place.
Seeing the dish on the dining table, he was stunned. He turned around and looked at Jessica, "Did you
make it?"
Jessica wanted to tell him it was none of his business. But on second thought, they learned to cook at
the same time. Carl almost burned the kitchen, but she could come out with a dish. Although it tasted
salty, it looked great.
"Yeah, I'm different from someone who burned the kitchen." Jessica raised her chin slightly with an
arrogant expression.
Carl thought for a while, but he couldn't find any words to refute. He just sat down at the dining table
and started eating the food with Jessica's spoon.
"No!" It was too late for Jessica to stop him, and Carl had put the food into his mouth.
Carl chewed, and his expression changed slightly and became strange.
Jessica felt a little guilty.
But she was Jessica. Even if she was guilty, she would try her best to remain calm.
She said, "You wanted to eat it yourself."
Carl suddenly laughed, "Don't be nervous."
"Why would I be nervous?" Jessica walked over to grab his spoon.
"Hey! Even if you don't consider our friendship since childhood, can you compensate me for a dinner
for you snitching on Leonardo and others about me burning the kitchen? They all phoned me to laugh
at me. It's just a dinner. It's not difficult for you."
Carl seemed to want to eat the food.
Jessica was stunned, "You..."
Carl lowered his head and continued eating. He asked her with great interest, "When did you get a
dog? Why did the security guard ask about your dog?"
'Isn't that dog right in front of me?' Jessica thought.
She glanced at Carl and said, "You are not my mother. Don't be so nosy."
Seeing Carl eat the salty dish with content, Jessica felt pity for him and poured him a glass of water.
Hearing the sound of the cup being placed on the dining table, Carl grinned and said, "Jessie, you are
so nice to me."
Jessica raised her foot and kicked Carl's leg under the table.
Carl gasped out of pain. "You're so rude. I'm afraid no one will marry you."
"Must I get married? Or am I going to die if I don't get married?"
Carl raised his head and found Jessica had taken out her phone and ordered takeout.
The reason why he pestered Jessica in the past few years was because Jessica had always been
single. Even if she didn't respond him, he was not discouraged.
In the entertainment industry where appearance spoke louder than skills, Jessica was absolutely
attractive, and had countless pursuers. But she didn't have a relationship with anyone.
He thought she was waiting for him. But now, it seemed she didn't want to fall in love with him at all.
"You don't have to get married. But you can be in love. The company's plan for you is acting. If you
announce your love affair, the fans will bless you."
Carl suddenly mentioned it in such a serious manner. Jessica was not used to it in the first place.
Then she realized Carl could talk to her so calmly about her love affair, which meant he had really let it
go.
Carl was not a romantic person.
She knew it. She knew it a long time ago.
Jessica looked down to hide the self-mockery in her eyes.
When she raised her head again, her expression was indifferent and calm. She said, "If I meet the right
person, I might fall in love. Who knows what will happen in the future?"
The right person... Carl slowly tightened his grip on the spoon.
Wasn't he the right person in her view?
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