Chapter-1 It's not Mary, its Vivian

"One more Italian Cofresi pastry with an espresso." From behind the counter, Adam requested.

He handed him a plate of Cofresi Pastry and said, "Here it is, do you require anything else?"

Lucifer exhaled deeply, relieved that he had baked 700 pastries today. He was exhausted. He was becoming more exhausted as a result of working double shifts. When the manager said it was time to call it a day, he waited another half hour.

He returned with his backpack and skateboard, saying his goodbyes to everyone.

He considered taking the bus today as he stood on the side of the road, but shook his head and returned home on his skateboard. He arrived after a twenty-minute journey.

He threw his shoes out the door as he opened it, and they both flew in opposite directions. He then dragged his tired body over to a nearby sofa. He lay motionless and without opening his eyes, like a corpse. He'd had enough of his bones. He was having trouble even taking a breath. His hands are scarred with burns and are very old. However, he was too lazy to look for and apply the anti-burn cream.

He has worked for 16 hours straight since he began working double shifts at the cafe. Baking cakes, pastries, brownies, muffins, pizza, and other baked goods. He took them out without his gloves on a number of occasions. As a result, there were burns. But, come to think of it, the cafe was always packed. The manager was a nice man, but when it came to work, he was very strict.

They called it a "chef's special menu" for all the things he baked because his cakes were the most in-demand, so he had to work more than others. His salary, however, was not particularly attractive, which is why he required additional work. But he was already working 16 hours a day and managing his online course the rest of the time. Taking care of his meals and sleeping at home. God only knows when he slept all night long until late. At the thought, he smiled.

It was the end of the month, and he needed to pay bills, including electricity, gas, water, and maintenance, as well as his sister's fees, which were due soon. As a result, he had to pay her dorm fees and reload her canteen card. Damn, and he wasn't even close to being debt-free.

He had made the best decision by enrolling her in the best school, but he was now struggling to keep it up. Is it a good idea for him to drop his online course?

At the very least, it would save money.

He didn't bother to open his eyes when he heard the front door open. Except for his nosy neighbor and best friend, Kevin, who had a spare key, no one else would care to enter. After all, there wasn't anything worth stealing in this nearly empty house.

Yes, it's completely empty. He was only fifteen when his parents died, and his sister was only eight. They received a lump sum from the insurance at first, but it quickly depleted as it was used to cover their daily expenses and, most importantly, their education.

In the end, rather than attending a university, he chose to save money by enrolling in an online course. His sister, Sofi, on the other hand, was fortunate enough to be accepted into one of the best high schools in the country, where she also had the opportunity to attend Oxford. There was no other option but to release her. It was difficult to find opportunities like that.

He was startled out of his stupor when he heard his friend yell. You know, if it gets cold, it won't taste as good. Now get off your stupid arse and eat it. "

His next-door neighbor had brought him a plate of instant noodles because he knew he wouldn't eat if no one fed him. "I've made you some noodles; eat them and then go to sleep."

You don't have to tell me; all you have to do is cook noodles. He said something while yawning and opening his eyes.

"Yes, I am not a chef in the same way that you are. But at the very least, I will prepare meals for you. How long has it been since you made something for me? Huh? " He responded with a retort.

Sofi was at home last weekend. I baked pizza and brownies for both of you, and I recall you taking a large quantity for your girlfriend. " With a smirk, he replied.

It's been a week, and I'm sure you're not going to cook this week because Sofi isn't coming. Right? " He inquired, despite the fact that he was well aware of the answer.

When his sister was at home, his friend only cooked. Otherwise, he would go hungry and sleep instead of cooking. He wasn't exactly a slacker. After his job, he barely had time to study and sleep. As a result, he tried to assist him as much as he could.

Don't worry, I'll prepare more food for her when she arrives next week. Then you could bring your girlfriend with you, right? Her name is Mary, right? I'll make her favorite brownies once more. " He finally sat down and removed the plate from the table.

Oh, don't even think about it. I'm done with her. My new girlfriend's name is Vivian. And she prefers doughnuts, so an eclair might be a good choice. " He said this while thinking, shrugging his shoulders first and then scratching his chin.

Lucifer gave his friend a raised brow. It'd be his 24th or 25th girlfriend at this point. That's exactly what these ladies see in him. "What happened this time?" he asked, shaking his head.

Vivian was simply talking to me while touching me, but Mary became enraged and caused a scene. I told her that if she didn't keep quiet, I'd dump her. She gave me a wide-eyed look before walking away. " He continued to speak in a casual manner, taking a bite from his own plate.

And then there's Vivian. Where did she put her hand on you? " He inquired, amused, as he sipped his coke, "touching isn't a big deal to break up." Is it common for girlfriends to be so possessive these days?

"Oh, she was putting her lips on my lips."