Since he cheated, there must be clues.
The next day, I used the excuse of going to the next city for a meeting and drove Kenny's car.
He had some questions. "Where is your car?"
I pretended to be upset. "I scratched it when I went out yesterday and scratched the rearview mirror. I sent it to be repaired."
Kenny handed over me the keys obediently, and cared about me. "Remember to eat no matter how busy you are at noon. Come home early. I will make soup for you."
After a few prevarications, I picked up the key and ran out of the house.
With the previous experience as a lesson, let alone the soup he cooked, even if he sat next to me, I would want to disinfect it.
I changed the license plate at the garage just in case.
There was nothing wrong with the trunk. And there was nothing in the driver's seat either.
After a brief search yielded no results, I was worried that Kenny might come downstairs, so I got in the car and decided to go to another place.
After driving out of the city, I stopped in a suburb.
I bought him this car.
I ended up being used by him my whole life.
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth in anger and kicked the car a few times.