Chapter 163

Startled by Carl's sudden intensity, Renee's breath quickened as she tried to push him away. But he grabbed her wrist, his fingers brushing over the patch of newly healed skin, a reminder of her recent burn.

"Is it better now?" His deep voice held a hint of laziness.

Renee turned her face away, refusing to speak.

Carl reached out and turned her face back toward him, giving her cheek a gentle squeeze. "Are you going to talk properly now?"

"Uncle Carl, have you forgotten? I'm as stubborn as a mule," she retorted, clearly annoyed.

Carl leaned forward, hands resting on the table, suppressing a quiet chuckle. "When I try to speak to you calmly, you don't listen, but you remember everything else I say."

His tone was lighter this time, almost playful—a rare occurrence. Renee didn't know how to respond; only moments ago, they were at each other's throats. She lowered her gaze, unwilling to engage further.

But Carl wasn't ready to let her off that easily. He leaned in closer, his thumb b