บท 138: Hate

Conrad's only answer to Cosette's remarks last night was a smile. He then proceeded to make his daughter some snacks, which they shared until late at night. They chatted about a lot of things, mainly Cosette carrying the conversation, since Conrad could only mostly talk about business. 

After that, Conrad escorted Cosette to her room. He opened the door for her, and somehow, his eyes caught the desk. 

"Thank you, Papa." Cosette faced him the second she entered her room, holding the door open. "The food is really great. You should make me more next time."

Conrad blinked, setting his attention back to her. His lips stretched into a subtle smile, nodding.

"Of course," he said. "I can set up a date —"

Cosette shook her head. "I'm always available. How can I let my father set a schedule to cook for me when I was the one who asked him to stay at home?"

"Then… should I make you a lunchbox?"

"What?"