Cordy only spared it a single glance before putting down her phone, along with her fork.
"Do you not like the dish, Ms. Sachs?" the chef asked nervously just then.
"No, I just feel a little sick," Cordy smiled faintly—the food was not bad at all, but the psychosomatic effect had already kicked in.
"Should I ask the doctor to give you another checkup?" the chef suggested.
"No, it's fine."
The doctor had left days ago, since she was healthy aside from her broken leg.
"Then…"
"Just go about your usual work. Don't mind me," Cordy said, rising to her feet and heading out of the mansion on her crutches.
In the end, she was feeling annoyed.
There were times when one could lie to everyone, but not themselves.
Her phone suddenly started to ring just then, and upon seeing who it was, she took a deep breath and forced a smile as she greeted, "Zoe."
"Are you still in Rocktown?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah. Is something the matter?"
"No, I was just thinking about inviting you and Quinn over to try my cooking, since I'm quite sure that my cooking is getting better now. You two would give me some proper reviews, too, whereas Bob would say it's good no matter how I did. It's obvious he's making light of me, and I would really like to know the true extent of my abilities."
Despite Zoe's complaints about Bob, it was not hard to hear the bliss in her tone.
Cordy smiled faintly in turn. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think I'm coming back anytime soon."
"Wait, are you really dating Patrick? Are you at his home right now? Cohabiting, even?"
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