Abyss walked in holding six small bottles, his expression neutral.
Sitting on a soft cushion, Carlotta looked up at Abyss upon hearing the sound and noticed a faint blush on his face. She glanced down at her attire, finding nothing amiss.
"Why are you delivering them? Isn't it Blaze's turn?"
Sensing Carlotta's dislike for him in her tone, Abyss gritted his molars before responding, "He's preparing lunch for you. Didn't you give him a recipe?"
"Oh." Carlotta took the bottles from Abyss's hands, "What about Richard and Blaze?"
Abyss had been holding it in, but now he couldn't anymore.
"Do you really not want to see me?"
Hearing the bitterness in Abyss's voice, Carlotta looked up, her beautiful face puzzled. "The way you ask makes it seem like you want to see me. I thought we had mutually agreed that we hate each other."
Abyss fell silent instantly.