Speaking of it, Carl paused for a moment and then put on a smile. "She has a cat named Prescat. It's very cute, so my company's logo is a cartoon cat of great technique style."
Carl came out in a bathrobe from the bathroom.
"What are you watching?" he asked as he dried his hair.
Startled by his word, Joyce bounced up from the bed and stammered, "No... nothing."
She felt inexplicably ashamed.
Carl stared at the TV with a frown for a moment. "The last clip was cut," he said.
"Wh... what's in it?"
"The girl asked me if I couldn't get over my ex."
Carl glanced at Joyce gently. His eyes were as deep as the ocean and were so bewitching as to attract people's desire to know more about him.
Captivated by his eyes, Joyce almost asked him how he answered the question.
Fortunately, she cont
