Cooking Time with Henry

Henry realized that Carla was looking at him. He straightened his face, and directed his gaze at Carla. Even though he was still reluctant to speak, Henry finally tried to sit up straight and no longer lean on the guest chair.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything you want to tell me,” Henry said, he questioned why Carla was looking at him so intently.

“There's something I want to say. But looking at your face, it seems I'm holding off on saying it,” Carla said, she was trying to understand Henry's current condition.

“Oh, is that so? If there's something you want to say, just try telling me,” said Henry, he straightened his body to prepare for listen to Carla's story.

Carla was silent, her lips pressed tightly. Meanwhile, her blue eyes were fixed on Henry. She didn't expect that Henry would still want to listen to her story. Carla blinked, she looked away for a moment. Her mind was trying to consider how she should tell Henry.