The Bodyguard System

Chapter 224: The Black Mound

"So, what did you find out? Do you perhaps know his identity?"

Upon hearing this question, Charles expression shifted again. He then said, "You won't believe it, but that guy is actually my cousin."

"Seriously? You are not joking, are you?" Kennedy who had already begun stirring the mixture in the pan suddenly stopped, as he gazed at Charles. He was trying to see if Charles was just joking with him.

But by looking at the expression on his face, it was clear that Charles was not joking. Additionally, from his tone, Kennedy had not detected anything unusual.

"He is my cousin from my father's side. His father and my father were brothers. But his parents died about 6 years ago. Ever since then, we have never met again." Charles explained.

"Then why are you gloomy? I thought that you are supposed to be happy that you have found the cousin that disappeared after all these years. You should be excited, right?" Kennedy asked with confusion plastered on his face.

"How am I supposed to be happy? The two of us never got along that well. Additionally, there was some kind of conflict between my father, and his. So of course, there two sides have never gotten along with each other quite well." Charles replied.

"Oh!" Kennedy could only exclaim. He had not expected that things were this complicated. But there was nothing that he could do about it.

There was a moment of silence, as even Kennedy forgot about the fact that he was cooking. A little while later, Charles finally spoke up again.

"I don't really know how he has survived all this time, and how it was possible for him to be able to get the car that he was driving. It might be quite easy for me to be able to get such a car, but for him, it is definitely impossible." Charles stated with a contemplative expression on his face, as he sat on the kitchen counter.

"Were his parents poor? After all, after his parents died, he should have inherited what they had left behind, right?" Kennedy asked.

When this question was posed, Charles expression shifted again. He could not help but shift uncomfortably on the counter that he was sitting on.

"You don't want to know how it was. But what I can tell you is that the last time that I saw him, he was poor than a beggar." Charles responded.

"Okay." Kennedy responded, even though he felt a little doubtful. It was just that he did not go on to ask more about this matter. From the way that Charles was behaving, it was clear that it was uncomfortable for him to talk about this topic.

So, he could not ruin the mood by talking about this matter. So, he simply decided to focus on cooking the current black matter inside the pan.

Charles did not say anything as well. Instead, he just continued sitting on the counter, while contemplating on what to do next. He did not realize how much time had gone by, when suddenly, Kennedy exclaimed.

"Finally! I have finished cooking. This is the first time that I have cooked. Do you want to have a taste of my food?" Kennedy asked.

Charles looked over, and realized that almost the entire kitchen was a mess. Several plates could be seen spread all over the kitchen. Additionally, several things had been broken.

Charles could not help but wonder how he had not noticed that the entire kitchen was currently having a pungent smell. It was the smell of a rotten egg.

Charles felt his nose twitching due to the uncomfortable smell in the air. And at this moment, he noticed that the source of the stink was the plate that Kennedy was holding in front of his face.

Kennedy was currently soaked in sweat. It was clear that cooking had taken quite a toll on him. So, other than sweating, Kennedy's face was quite flushed.

Still, it was impossible to hide the excited expression on his face, together with the bright smile, that led to his eyes being squinted by his chubby cheeks.

"Take that sh*t from me! It stinks a lot!" Charles exclaimed as he waved his hand, trying to push away the plate that was put in front of him.

Kennedy suddenly retracted his hand, dodging Charles' hand. At the same time, his expression changed.

"What do you mean by calling my food sh*t?! Do you know how much work I put in to prepare this food? It is good enough that I offered you a meal, when you did not even participate in the preparation.

And not only did you not thank me for that, you even went ahead and claimed that my food is sh*t?!" Kennedy spoke in a displeased tone.

He was obviously unhappy on how Charles was undermining the effort that he had put in during the preparation of this food. This was the first time that he was cooking, but he had prepared such a 'masterpiece'.

Yet instead of appreciating, Charles was looking down on the food that he had prepared. That was something that made him extremely unhappy.

Charles did not care about what Kennedy had said. Instead, not being able to handle the smell in the air anymore, he immediately rushed out from the kitchen.

The ventilation within the kitchen was extremely good. But even then, it was impossible for the smell to disappear from the kitchen. From this, one could easily tell how much that food stunk.

Kennedy did not follow Charles. Instead, he remained within the kitchen as he muttered in a low voice, "It really doesn't matter. I will have all this food to myself. I will be the first and only person to test the first food that I have ever cooked."

As he said those words, Kennedy used the spoon in the plate to scoop the content. Even though the food that he had cooked did not look that good, Kennedy simply believed that it was because he was not good at cooking at the moment.

But after a little more practice, he would be able to cook like an expert chef. So, without hesitation, he put the mound of black substance that he had scooped from the plate into his mouth.

He began chewing, but a few seconds later, his expression began getting contorted. Then in the next moment, he rushed towards the sink, before throwing up everything that he had eaten before. Experience more content on m v|l e'-NovelBin.net

He had not even managed to swallow the food, when it made him vomit. To wash away the taste of whatever he had eaten, he used the sink water to wash his mouth and tongue.

But no matter how many times he washed his mouth, he could not successfully remove the taste of the food that made him retch. In the end, he could only be a little satisfied after using the mouthwash that he had gotten from his bedroom.

He took a little more time to calm himself down first. Then, he walked towards the living room. He understood the reason why Charles had run away the moment that he was trying to hand over the food to him.

He was previously unhappy with Charles calling his food sh*t, but now, he felt that that was even a praise. The food that he had cooked was definitely inedible. In fact, it might even be a poison.

So, Kennedy had decided that after this, he would have to go to the hospital for checkup. He could not risk anything.

The moment that he arrived in the living room, Charles looked over. He had been sitting in the living room, while pondering on the matter. And now that Kennedy was here, he decided to use him to forget about this issue.

"By the way, you told me that the one that gave you the groceries for cooking was somebody that I would not believe. Who was it?" Charles asked.

"Eh?!" Kennedy was a little surprised by the question. Still, he went ahead and answered, "Actually, it was that cousin of yours. He was the one that came over, and handed the groceries to me. He claimed that he was going away for quite a while, and if he left them in his house, they were going to be spoilt."

Charles was dumbfounded upon hearing that. The one that had given the ingredients to Kennedy was actually Jaden? But how was that possible?

And, he talked about a house? Could it be that Jaden was actually living within this community all along? But why was it that he had never sported him until today?

Additionally, if Jaden really had the ability of living within this community, he would have definitely come looking for them long ago. After all, they had taken away everything that belonged to him, leaving him with nothing.

Kennedy on the other hand did not know what Charles was thinking about. Instead, in his mind, he was thinking, 'Could it be that it was because of the ingredients that I was given, that the food that I cooked became like that?

That must be the case. He is after all not our friend. And since he is in a bad relationship with his cousin, the moment that he realized that the two of us are friends, he came over to cause trouble. Yes, that must be it!"

Kennedy went ahead to convince himself about his cooking skills not being that poor. It had to be the fault of the ingredients given to him by Jaden. Otherwise, he would have definitely made a good meal.

While he was convincing himself about this matter, Charles suddenly spoke up. "Hey, did he tell you where he lives?"