Although the two men did not talk to each other, they could understand each other by looking into each other's eyes.
They just didn't speak it out.
"Mr. Carl!"
Kalyan opened the door, looking anxious.
He just answered a phone call and found that someone had come in. That was his negligence.
He glanced at Jaron and put on a self-blame expression in front of Carl.
He knew that Carl cared about Jaron. Back then, Jessica and Jaron almost officially announced that they were in love, but Carl forced Jaron to cancel that with some tricks.
It could be said that Carl and Jaron were rivals in love.
Nothing good would happen when the two men met.
"Something wrong?" Carl looked cold with piercing eyes. Even if something happened, Kalyan didn't dare to say now.
It was useless to say anything now. In this situation, no matter what happened, even if the world came to an end, Carl might not leave.
He wouldn't let Jaron and Jessica stay alone.
Jessica also noticed that Jaron stared at the rose. She supposed that the flower might be sent by Jaron, so she felt a little embarrassed.
Carl was diplomatic and tactful on the surface yet quite willful in nature. If anyone made him uncomfortable, he would definitely not make that person happy.
In fact, Carl was easily offended.
Jessica tried to explain, "There are too many things. There is no place to put the flower."
"Is that so?" Jaron smiled gently, looking normal. "Since that's the case, I'll find a vase to put it."
"Alright." Of course, Jessica would not refuse.
"Is there any need to pick up the flower in the trash can?" Carl spoke casually, showing no emotion.
Without stopping what he did, Jaron picked up the flower and replied naturally, "I pick it up now."
Jessica sensed that the atmosphere was not right. She had to stop them.
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