Chapter 129

Warren's dark brown eyes couldn't conceal his pain.

He could no longer find the love Evelyn had for him when he looked into her eyes.

His heart ached as if countless needles were stabbing it.

His eyes turned a little bloodshot, and his voice became deeper.

"We never got to have our last meal—our breakup meal—together, and I haven't eaten anything since last night.

"Will you cook me something? I'll leave after I eat."

"Is that necessary?" asked Evelyn while frowning.

"Yes, Evelyn. I want to eat the meatballs, the carbonara spaghetti, and the breadsticks you make."

The dishes Warren requested were what Evelyn used to cook for him.

He remembered how his favorite breakfast used to be something entirely different.

After Evelyn moved in with him, she would wake up early every day to make him different kinds of breakfasts.

Slowly but surely, he found his old preference to be rather bland.

He slowly started to prefer the kind of meals that Evelyn would make him.

At the time, he as