Love, Unfiltered — Episode 5

Now I'm running surveillance with stolen pudding No sugar, no cream. This man's life must be as bitter as his espresso. My life is not bitter.

It is strategically unsweetened. Bennet. From tomorrow, reset the table. Mrs. Sinclair sits to my right. To your right, sir?

That's what I said. Of course, Julian. Whatever you'd like. Why? Does he want to interrogate me up close? Fine. I confess. I ate the pudding in your fridge last night.

I run a conglomerate. Now I'm running surveillance on a stolen pudding. Look at him freeze. Guilty conscience.