"It likes to poop into the breakfast bowl, " Carla chuckled tensely.
"Well, we'll have to make the bird into stew then, " Zayn replied nonchalantly.
"What?" Carla spluttered. "No way! It's my family."
"Silly." Zayn rolled his eyes at her. "Come over and have your breakfast."
Carla walked over to the table; her eyes lit up when she saw the sumptuous meal.
Meanwhile, her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten anything for the entire day yesterday.
When she sat down, Zayn handed her a set of cutlery before he settled himself down on a chair to watch her eat.
Carla was a lady born with a silver spoon. However, to make a living in recent years, she had learned to eat as quickly as she could in order to get back to work earlier and maximize her pay. Thus, she no longer savored food elegantly like she used to do.
That was why her table manners seemed terrible to everyone else.
Yet, Zayn found her behavior realistic.
Moreover, Carla was a pretty woman, so she looked good no matter what she was doing. In fact, she portrayed a silly kind of cuteness.
"Aren't you eating?" Carla licked her lips as she passed a spoonful of sauteed mushrooms to Zayn.
"I've had my breakfast."
Zayn had wanted to move away from the food, but as her hand was still hovering in mid-air, he leaned over to eat the mushrooms.
"They're good, aren't they?" Carla giggled.
"Hm." Zayn nodded before he scowled and stood up, ready to leave.
"What's the matter?"
Carla froze as she watched him walk away. What did I do wrong?
Once Zayn was gone, the room suddenly felt sprawling and empty.
Having lost her appetite, Carla placed her chin on her palm as she recollected what just happened.
What did I do wrong?
Why did he suddenly scowl at me?
Didn't I just feed him mushrooms?
Is he allergic to them?
Just as she was deep in thought, Naya entered with a knock. "Miss Wigston, I've brought you a charger. Let me charge your phone."
"Thank you." Carla then decided to test the waters. "Dr. Goman, I'm thinking of going out for a walk."
"Alright. I'll arrange your transport, " Naya replied.
"Just send me home. You don't need to worry about the other things after that."
Carla was planning of going home first. After that, and without Zayn's knowledge, she would sneak to the countryside…
"Sure." Naya gave me a faint smile and a nod before she left.
The moment Naya left, Carla immediately switched on her phone.
There were countless missed calls, received calls, and even unread messages.
Among the missed calls were those from Mrs. Borah, Brad, and Lola.
However, the only call that was picked up was from Lola.
Glancing at the time, Carla concluded that Zayn had picked up Lola's call on her behalf to warn the latter about something. That call only lasted ten seconds.
On the other hand, he did not pick up Mrs. Borah's nor Brad's calls.
Moreover, all her messages were still in their unread state—Zayn had not clicked into any of them.
At that, Carla let out a sigh of relief before she tensed up again. Oh, no. Would he have seen my photos?
She then swiftly clicked into her phone gallery, only to realize it was completely empty.
It then dawned on her that she had just changed to a new phone yesterday; therefore, she only had several photos of Dori in the new phone.
Thank goodness!
If she had been using her old phone yesterday, Zayn could have realized everything upon seeing the photos of her and the children.
Fortunately, her secret was still safe for the time being.
In order to protect themselves, Alia and Lola should be keeping the children a secret. After all, it would be more dangerous for them if they reveal the information now.
As long as they kept it a secret, Carla would be wary of them and would be forced to plead with Zayn to let them go.
At those thoughts, Carla once again felt relieved. What she had to do now was to find out whether Zayn was Gigolo. Next, she would have to find out whether he had something to do with her father's death.
If he was Gigolo and he had nothing to do with her father's death, she would not mind revealing her secret, which might then lead to a merry family reunion.
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