“Ugh... I’ll definitely gain some weight if I eat like this.”
It’s just bread and milk.
Gaining weight from this would be ridiculous.
Still, Zahir coaxed him, figuring that sometimes it’s best to just go with the flow.
“You’d look fine even if you gained a little. And didn’t you clear your schedule? You don’t need to worry about dieting with no work lined up.”
“Wait, so you’re the one who pulled strings with Rizzo to clear my schedule? Did you sweet-talk him with some promise of tenfold compensation?”
“How did you know?”
“Rizzo’s the type to put me in front of the camera whether I’m suffering or not, and honestly, meddling in pointless things like this is exactly what you’d do.”
Oddly enough, Cesare’s deductive reasoning was only sharp when it came to things like this.
Zahir laughed it off without feeling an ounce of guilt.
“Isn’t it obvious? Sometimes I’ve just gotta do what needs to be done to spend some quality time with Cesare Caruso.”
