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 should’ve not called a doctor to look after you when you passed out! I should’ve just pressed a pillow on your face until you ran out of breath and die!”
It surprised Jayda.
“You got a temper, huh? Did you just shout at me, you annoying guy?” she snarled and the scared Damek just shut his mouth. It was as if there was an electricity in her eyes that could actually
