C882 Posttraumatic Stress Disorder

Egerton did not make a sound. Gloria was not the type to pester others. The apartment slowly faded away in silence.

Soon, it was six o'clock in the evening. According to the biological clock of Egerton, it was dinner time.

"By the way, you should have ingredients here, right?" Egerton asked.

"Yes, let me do it." Gloria, who was in a daze, quickly replied.

"No need, let me do it. Of course