The Missing Piece Of A Puzzle

Vincent had met many girls in his lifetime.

Even those who didn't like him at the start would become his close friends.

He had a way of worming his way into a girl's heart, and the process just felt very natural to him. Because of this, he didn't really mind if the girl was young, old, single, or married.

For him, being affectionate to the fairer sex was as normal as breathing.

But for some reason, he was finding it hard to read the two ladies, who were now seated beside Zion and eating the grilled fish that had just been cooked.

However, before they ate the fish, they asked a pretty unusual question.

"Who cooked this?"

Vincent answered that he was the one who cooked it, which made the two girls breathe a sigh of relief.

Their reaction was something that he didn't expect, which made him wonder if there would've been a problem if the one who cooked it was Zion.