With a faint, forced smile, Estelle added in a soft tone, “I’m best at cooking this dish. But it’s a pity that neither you nor Mr. Mysterious have tasted the dishes I prepare.”

“He hasn’t eaten it either?” Cristofer asked.

“No. But I cooked other dishes for him.”

Cristofer nodded without saying anything.

“Has Gretchen ever cooked for you?” Estelle suddenly asked.

Cristofer shook his head. “No, she can’t cook.”

“I remember that she was pregnant before. Now her lactation period has ended, right?”

Thinking she still believed Gretchen’s baby was his, Cristofer quickly clarified, “The baby is not mine. Back then, Gretchen wanted to marry me, so she underwent...