It was not long before Damek had convinced Jayda to go in the kitchen to eat the food he prepared for her. It was almost midnight and Jayda knew that the noodles she had eaten 8 hours ago wouldn’t be enough.
Sitting in front of a small table across Damek, Jayda look over the newly heated porridge and egg rolls then smelled it.
“You cooked this?” she asked.
“I did.”
“Without asking for my permission?”
“What?” Damek looked at Jayda. “Ah, I’m sorry if I touched your kitchen cabinet and the fridge as well. I just thought it’s better if you have something to eat when you wakes up.”
Jayda ignored her.
“Is this edible or are you planning to kill me—”
“Hey!” Damek yelled, obviously lost his temper. His face was just like a crumpled paper of some kind. “If I were planning to kill you, I sho
