When Hilla saw Bruce at the door, she lowered her head guiltily. She only drank fish soup and didn't say anything.
Bruce placed the ingredients that he had bought on the table. Horton naturally took them from him and leaned to the side to watch the show. He smiled secretly and said, "Your wife is so realistic!"
When he finished speaking, Horton received a sharp glare from Bruce. Then, the man's thin lips parted slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up.
"Do you have a wife?"
Horton didn't know how to say.
He secretly looked at Halle on the sofa, but Halle didn't give him a single eye, and she continued to joke with Hilla.
"You have a wife. Why don't you serve her yourself?"
"There are servants!"
...
Horton didn't want to have this kind of relative at all.
"Halle, why is Horton here? He even personally cooked the fish soup. Does he like you?"
With a click, the spoon in Halle's hand fell into the bowl, startling the two men who were secretly competing beside her.
