"Did you use to make it for Raka?" Aiden's voice came from behind her as she prepared various ingredients for the cake.
She didn't expect a question so sudden like this that the ceramic spoon she was holding in her hand immediately fell.
The spoon fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Its voice sounded very loud as the room was enveloped in silence.
Aiden's face immediately darkened again. Even though he didn't see Anya's face directly, even though he only looked at her back now, Aiden already knew the answer. He didn't need to hear the answer from Anya's mouth.
Based on Anya's reaction, Aiden knew that Anya must have made this cake for Raka.
That fact made Aiden grit his teeth. Jealousy enveloped his heart again, making his eyes darken.
"There's no need to make it. I don't want it anymore." Aiden said coldly. He rose from his chair and was about to leave the kitchen.
