"Who else?" Anathea glanced at the fish slices in the bowl. They'd been thoroughly cleaned beforehand and sliced into even, thin pieces; it was obvious the chef had put a lot of thought and effort into preparing the dish.But the next second, she sensed Gregory's aggrieved stare on her, as if accusing her of being a heartless, ignorant woman. She paused and turned to him, surprised. "What, you made this?"When did Gregory learn how to slice fish?"That's not the point." Gregory cleared his throat and asked stiffly, "Is it good?"Anathea took in his stoic stance as he stood like a grade-schooler waiting to get his test back from his teacher. A faint smile curved her lips, and she took another mouthful of the fish stew before delivering a fitting response. "It tastes alright."Gregory had been so anxious to hear Anathea's judgment that his lips were pressed into a tight line. Now that he had her answer, he sighed in relief and said, "Have some more then."Anathea dipped her hea
"No, Mr. Sinclair, you can't! The rescue team needs funding to go on!""Mr. Sinclair, the rescue team won't last long if you cut off our funding!""Please reconsider this and spare the team, Mr. Sinclair!"The members of the rescue team pleaded with Gregory, but he paid them no mind as he kept his phone in his pocket and rose to his feet. When the team realized Gregory was serious about pulling their funding, their sense of crisis made them panic.At that moment, Martin prompted the rescue team, "Mr. Sinclair only wanted to get to the bottom of the incident from 18 years ago. That's all. Just take it easy and tell him the truth as it is. This conversation will be kept private and confidential."Martin's reassurance was like a lifeline to the rescue team drowning in their panic. They no longer cared about hiding the truth and said in unison, "We'll tell you! Mr. Sinclair, please stay and hear us out!"Only then did Gregory stop in his tracks. His lips curled deviously as he hit
"Answers?" Louie cast a questioning look at Cyrus. "Do you know what he's talking about?"Cyrus simply flashed Louie a polite smile and shook his head. When Louie thought he smelled something burning from the kitchen, he quickly returned to the stove with the ladle in hand and stirred the fish stew, muttering, "Weirdo."…No sooner had Gregory arrived at Sinclair Group than Martin stepped forward to greet him respectfully, "Mr. Sinclair, the rescue team is here as you requested."Gregory gave a curt nod and stopped before the five members of the rescue team. His gaze swept over them before he asked coldly, "I trust that Martin has already told you my purpose when he reached out to you."Intimidated by Gregory, the members of the rescue team exchanged a look and gulped silently. "Y-Yes."Gregory fished out his phone and set the timer to 15 minutes. "I've got a stew cooking back home, so we're running on precious time here. You have 15 minutes to tell me, in your most concise wor
In the kitchen, a cooking tutorial played on Gregory's phone as he stared at the fish on the chopping block. His eyes glinted icily, and the next second, he picked up a sharp knife and brought it down on the fish.He hacked away at the fish, his movements deft and ruthless. Within seconds, he deboned the whole fish, cut up the bones, and tossed them into the oil simmering in the pot. A crackling, sizzling sound filled the air as the bones hit the oil.After that, Gregory switched to another knife and pinned the fish's belly against the chopping block with one hand. With the other, he began slicing the fish with his jaw clenched.When Louie entered the kitchen and saw Gregory slicing the fish, he chuckled and teased, "My, my, look at that knifework. Are you sure you haven't spent the last decade working as a fishmonger at the local seafood market?"Gregory expressionlessly added water to the pot and picked out the fish bones, which had been fried until fragrant. After that, he p
Why did Gregory bother with being so considerate of Anathea when he used to be so distant and apathetic toward her? He'd been so cold and indifferent that she could set herself on fire and hug him, and it still wouldn't have melted his icy facade. In the end, she would only end up hurt and frostbitten.She didn't want her soul to wither away, leaving behind only a pathetic husk of a body, all for the sake of a so-called one-sided love. It was why she'd chosen to cut things off with Gregory in the first place.And yet, Gregory's current behavior baffled her. He seemed different from the man she remembered. Sure, he was still overbearing, but everything else about him made him a stranger in Anathea's eyes, and it left her feeling helpless.He was more gentle and thoughtful now. He'd changed, and much like a wisp of wind or a droplet of water, he crept through the cracks of Anathea's heart. She couldn't shut him out even if she tried.The feeling terrified her, and her already-dam
Anathea didn't have much energy to comfort Xander, so she resorted to lying. But it was obvious Xander didn't fall for it. "But why are you wearing our school janitor's uniform, Mom?"Anathea paused and glanced at herself. She and Hannah had swapped clothes with a janitor in the restroom to shake off the bodyguards earlier. She'd been so caught up in the moment that she'd forgotten to change back into her own clothes!"Uh…" As Xander blinked his large eyes at her, Anathea was suddenly at a loss.The next second, Gregory walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. He said matter-of-factly, "Because your mother and I were playing a game.""Game?" Xander's eyes sparkled. "What game?""Roleplay." Gregory's gaze fell on Anathea as he enunciated the word.Anathea stiffened, then shot him an odd look.Xander beamed with excitement. "I want to play the game too! Mom, can you play it with me?""No, she can't," Gregory bit out with a dangerous