Chapter 1142: Cooking Personally

The next day, Callie hadn't slept well and woke up late, feeling out of sorts. By then, Joaquin and the others had finished breakfast. His leg hadn't fully healed and was propped up nearby, while Grape lay beside him, drawing on his cast with colored pens. Seeing Callie, Joaquin teased, "Hey, you didn't sleep together again last night, did you?" Callie blushed and threw a pillow at him, "Stop it! I slept alone!" Joaquin feigned realization, "Then why did you sleep so late? Were you that tired?" Callie was cutting her fried egg with a knife and fork, and upon hearing this, she pressed down harder but smiled, "Say one more word, and I'll use this knife and fork on your face." Joaquin rolled his eyes but wisely chose to say no more. Mornings were always peaceful. Joaquin played with Grape, while Reuben quietly sat on the balcony soaking up the sun, sometimes rambling nonsensically. Nelson would join him, engaging in whimsical conversations. Watching this scene, Callie sometimes fe