Upon hearing this, Gavin avoided eye contact and remained silent, pursing his lips.
Carl, speaking, walked over to Gavin and sat down on the floor beside him. He casually picked up a bottle of red wine from the wine rack next to him, examining the label as he continued:
"Before, my world consisted only of War Wings, missions, and money. Nothing else could attract my attention."
At that moment, he turned his head to look at Gavin and said seriously,
“Gavin, but she can. She can easily attract my attention and get my eye on her.”
Upon hearing this, Gavin became anxious again and hurriedly retorted.
"Perhaps it's just because she's too mysterious, too perfect, better than any of us, that you noticed her! That's not love!"
Carl didn't refute it; he even nodded in agreement, but asked in confusion:
"Didn't you say you liked her? Or did you force me to admit it?"
Speaking of this, Gavin was also a bit stumped. His original intention that day was to force Carl to back down and give up the idea as soon as possible, but who would have thought that he would actually admit it!
"Carl!"
This time, Gavin didn't call him "boss," but rather called him by his name very seriously, as if he wanted to wake him up.
Carl, however, seemed oblivious to his anger, calmly continuing his speech while picking up the cork opener that had been carelessly tossed on the floor and popping the cork of the red wine bottle.
"I think I roughly guessed your concerns. You're hiding something from us, which I don't quite understand. If there's anything, just talk it out openly, and maybe it won't be so complicated."
Gavin stood quietly beside him, watching his hand movements and listening to him speak without arguing.
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