"Thanks, Martin." Eleanor gave Ethan a quick pat on the head. "Come on, let's cook lunch together."
Ethan reluctantly let go of her.
He couldn't rush things—had to take it slow.
He went over to the fridge and grabbed the ingredients again.
Biscuit waddled after them, tail wagging, letting out a few little barks like it was saying, "Hey, don't forget about me!"
Ethan stood close to Eleanor as he chopped the veggies. With a smug look, he glanced at Biscuit and teased, "She's my sis now, not yours, Biscuit."
Eleanor played with Biscuit for a bit before washing her hands to join Ethan at the table.
As she ate, she picked up her phone to look something up. Her eyes froze for a second when she saw the call log and the blacklisted number. It hit her—no wonder Ethan was in s
