"You don't have to advise me. I know what I am doing. I did not come this far to end up at the guillotine. We have to choose between what we want to do and what we should do. Poppy, you just have to believe in me and keep my house in order," Cassius finished and collected the rest of the plates.
Poppy sighed. "We're here, but you still choose to do it yourself. Young Master, you're really different."
Different?
In reality, there wasn't much difference. He chose to escape from the fog, while others chose to be enveloped and used.
No one was nobler than the other, and no one was better than the other. It was just a personal choice.
"Poppy, I'm done for the night. Please make breakfast tomorrow. They may get up early." Cassius yawned. "But just prepare and wash the ingredients. I'll take care of the rest."
"Yes, Young Master."
After returning to his room, Cassius turned on his computer and found information about what Charlotte had told him at dinner. He intended to read up on them.
He went down the rabbit hole for several hours. He yawned, set the alarm clock on his phone, and tossed it on the bedside.
He had learned a lot tonight and needed more time to digest, so he was pacing himself accordingly.
The next day.
Charlotte got up and saw Cassius cooking up a storm in the kitchen. He yawned and had dark circles under his eyes. She walked over and said, "Are you all right? You look very tired."
"I'm fine. I was up late reading about the thing you told me yesterday. I found it quite interesting. I made breakfast. You and Mr. Play should have something to eat before leaving."
"Thank you."
"You said that we are friends. Well, this is what friends would do for each other. Anyway, I can still sleep in the afternoon."
Charlotte looked at the porridge he served her. It looked and smelled great. Even the bowl looked cute. She couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't expect you to enjoy life so much. Perhaps I'm biased, but I feel like you guys in the entertainment industry work harder than us, but you can still whip up delicious meals." "I don't know about others, but I do enjoy life to the fullest." Initially, Cassius wanted to refute, but he thought about it and changed his mind.
He did like to cook and watch classic films.
"This is good. Instead of loving some random things, it's better to love everything around you."
"Yeah, do you still want more?"
"I'm good. This is enough for me." Charlotte took her bowl and left.
Cassius looked at her back and shook his head with a smile.
She ate so little.
Soon, Cole came downstairs and was a little surprised to see that breakfast was ready and was prepared by Cassius. "Up so early?"
"I can still sleep in the afternoon." Cassius handed Cole his portion and asked, "Mr. Play, when are you leaving?"
"Initially I planned to leave now and then have breakfast, but since you have made breakfast, we must finish it first." Cole accepted the bowl and took a seat.
Cassius ladled a bowl of porridge for himself and sat down with both of them.
"I will be busy with two meetings this afternoon, so I might not be able to cope with your situation for the time being. Will you be able to handle them yourself?" Charlotte asked Cassius.
"I've always been alone. I've checked the contract, and there are about two days left. I can go for the shoot once I'm ready. Although I'd prefer to have you around with me, it's fine either way. I can take Westin with me."
Speaking of Westin, Charlotte was a little sad. "He is a very outstanding person. As for the plan I told you, if he wants in, I hope you can invite him as well."
"He will certainly accept my invitation. He owes me one," Cassius said with a smile.
Charlotte nodded. After all, it was such a big favor to find him a kidney. Westin had no reason not to go along with Cassius.
However...
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