Chapter 213

His mother had never found out.

Zoey was skeptical about it since she’d clearly account for every single snack hidden at home, even a bag of potato chips.

"I think your mom will find out."

Laurence chuckled. "She won’t."

Zoey nodded and headed to the kitchen to boil some water. She had yet to fully adapt to being alone with Laurence. She couldn’t act indifferent, but she wasn’t as happy as she used to be. She'd no longer be excited over some small gestures. It was all fake. She knew that women were always more invested in relationships than men. Men had an advantage in emotions as they can easily detach themselves from a relationship and act as if nothing had happened. Only a fool like her would take things seriously.

Zoey cooked the noodles and brought a bowl to the dining table. Laurence took in the tempting aroma and understood why she always craved junk food. Zoey suddenly remembered something as she ate.

"How is George?"

Laurence paused for a moment and said icily, "He’s dead."