Edward looked at Jason with a serious face, and a burst of words mysteriously swelled in his chest, eager to break out.
This individual first let out a light chuckle.
"Yes, it's just Jason."
"But the Jason I know wouldn't meet me three times in a day."
"Moreover, all at a crime scene!"
As he said this, his voice rose by several decibels.
Then, the person who had been wearing glasses and a scarf and appeared genteel, erupted like a volcano—
"Three times!"
"Three consecutive times!"
"I haven't even seen the door of the police station before I'm back here again!"
"Do you know how the old Eastern saying would describe this?"
"Why is it you again?!"
Huffing, puffing.
After speaking loudly in succession, Edward began to gasp for air.
The female pastry chef, seeing Edward in this state, couldn't help but want to defuse the situation.
"Maybe this is just...fate? Wonderfully indescribable?"
The female pastry chef said softly.
Immediately, Edward's breathing grew even heavier.