Signs of love

Charles' hands holding his knife and fork paused. He suddenly turned to stare at Maria .

Maria was very nervous, her fingers tightly gripping the knife. Even her voice trembled slightly, "Maybe... I won't come back. The next person to enter this room will...will be her."

She obviously meant Mia.

Charles didn't say anything. He remained fixated on Maria, which brought a cold sweat to her palms due to his intense gaze.

Possibly unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Maria wanted to get up as soon as

she had put down her knife and fork. Only then did Charles' low voice slowly start, "So, you're telling me that you are leaving?"

"No."

Maria sat back down, inhaling forcefully, "I'm saying goodbye to you."

Charles looked down at the food on the table, a faint smile appearing on his thin lips, "Maria, this will definitely make me paranoid whenever you cook."

Every time she cooked, it either meant she was leaving or apologizing.

No one could stand such meals!

Maria forced a smile, which l