113. Soap

As soon as Gray Stewart left the apartment, Azriel put the wok down on the counter and pulled a chair from the dining table and sat down. He reached for his phone that was on the table. On the other hand, the little girl was looking at him with confusion plastered on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked him. “I thought you’re cooking?”

He shot her a quick glance, then brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone. Then he brought his phone up to his ear. After a few seconds of staring into space, he finally spoke.

“Get me,” he said to his phone and then pulled it away his ear as he pressed the screen, perhaps to end the call.

Witnessing this, she couldn’t help but sigh. “So, now that your beloved sister is out of the apartment, there’s no use in cooking something she’ll probably won’t eat, huh?”

He scowled at her. “‘Beloved sister’?” He sneered. “What preposterous claim is that?”

She grabbed the wok and put it back in the cabinet under the counter. “Then why are you sudde