Carl and Molly helped Jessica tidy up the room all morning.
Jessica lay on the sofa, eating snacks, playing games, and watching videos.
Carl came over and told her to take a walk instead of staring at her phone all the time.
Jessica complained, "You act more and more like my mother."
Carl glanced at her coldly.
Jessica pursed her lips and stood up from the sofa.
...
Carl made the lunch.
Molly was shocked as she looked at the table. Though the dishes looked ordinary, they tasted good.
Molly finally reacted as if she had met Carl for the first time, "I never dreamed that I would eat the food
you cooked."
Carl was a child king when they were young, and he was still the most outstanding person among them
when they grew up.
Molly wouldn't be surprised if Carl made big bucks and achievements.
Carl was the idol of almost all the Jones family's juniors.
She never expected that Carl would wear an apron to cook. It was like a dream.
But at this moment, it came true.
Carl secretly learned how to cook.
Carl was not surprised at Molly's expression. He picked up some shredded meat for Jessica. "Molly,
hurry up and eat. Finish it and leave."
"Alright." She knew she was in the way of their romance, but what could she do?
She had to eat fast and leave.
Molly left after dinner.
Carl washed up the cutlery.
Jessica supported her chin and sat at the dining table. She watched Carl put the cutlery into the
cupboard and clean the table.
Carl did it methodically, and he looked calm.
After tidying up the dining table, he began washing the dishes.
Jessica stood up and followed him in, standing beside him and watching him wash up the dishes.
Carl glanced at her, "What are you looking at?"
Jessica said somewhat regretfully, "I should buy a dishwasher. I never thought that someone would
cook in my kitchen."
"Yes." Carl didn't raise his head and continued washing the dishes.
Jessica did not say anything else and just watched until Carl finished everything.
After putting the dishes away, Carl looked at Jessica and found that she was still staring at him.
He walked up to Jessica and placed his hand on the flowing platform behind Jessica. He bent down
slightly and smiled, "Jessica, why are you staring at me? I will get the wrong idea."
Jessica raised her head and met Carl's smiling eyes. He whispered, "Carl, what's wrong?"
"What?" Carl was stunned.
"When you were washing up the dishes just now, you were distracted by other things. One of the
dishes was washed twice."
Jessica stared fixedly into Carl's eyes as if she saw through him.
A rare expression of astonishment appeared on Carl's face.
He was like a child whose mischief had been discovered, flurried in denial and concealment.
Jessica asked, "What are you thinking?"
In fact, she had always felt that Carl was a little weird these past few days.
But every time she carefully observed Carl, she couldn't see anything wrong with him.
Jessica thought that it was all in her imagination. Until she returned home today, that feeling came
again.
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