Chapter: 1761

Amused by her earnestness, Kenji took a bite. The dry, crumbly cake lodged in his throat, his expression instantly solidifying into one of utter disgust. "Is this. Is this your mother's birthday cake?" he stammered.

Scarlette nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I baked it myself, and I brought you the most visually appealing slice.”

Realizing her misstep, she quickly corrected herself. “No, no, it's... It's what my dog left behind."

Kenji produced a tissue from his pocket.

Scarlette's demeanor shifted dramatically. “What are you doing?"