Celeste had a knack for twisting logic into something that somehow sounded convincing-even when it made zero sense. She'd spew nonsense with the tone of someone dropping pure truth.
At first, Ethan was constantly speechless with frustration. But over time, he got used to it. He realized she was all bark and no bite, and honestly, didn't even want to argue anymore.
"If you hate cooking that much, why not move back into the old house?"
Celeste froze, coughed awkwardly to mask her expression change, then quickly said, "It's not that I don't want to cook, okay? I just don't want you starving while waiting for me to get home late every night."
Ethan casually flipped through the newspaper. "Starting tomorrow, I'll pick you up after work."
"Huh?" Celeste blinked, not sure she hea
