Alex himself could not help but despise his own despicableness.
It was already deep into the night, and he looked at the ink-blue sky outside the window, a hint of confusion passing through his eyes.
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Candice had already made things very clear the night before, and she had thought that Alex would leave.
However, when she woke up in the morning, she saw that breakfast was already set on the table, and there was activity in the kitchen.
Alex brought out the last set of breakfast and glanced at Candice, who seemed normal, with a faint nasal tone in his voice. "Let's have breakfast. I made it while wearing a mask."
Candice was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang. It was from Darius.
She glanced at Alex, then placed Ellis on the sofa and went to answer the phone. After Darius talked to her about some work matters, he changed the subject and asked, "Is Alex with you?"
Candice hesitated. "Yes."
Darius said, "He seems to be in the mood to come and find you now."
Candice could not discern his tone and did not know how to respond.
She hung up and returned to the dining room, only to see Alex heating milk for Ellis.
His expression was very serious, almost as if he were dealing with something very important. Candice saw that he was holding a phone in his left hand and a thermometer in his right hand, measuring the temperature of the milk.
Meanwhile, Ellis was watching his back, smiling with her mouth wide open.
Candice looked at Ellis, then walked over, took the milk from Alex, and quickly heated it before feeding it to Ellis.
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