The floor lamp beside the sofa suddenly turned on, illuminating the dark living room.
Russell sat on the sofa and stared at Chelsea. Russell glared at Chelsea.
Chelsea sat up awkwardly.
"Mr. Murillo, you're in the living room. Why don't you turn on the light?"
"I want to protect my eyes. Otherwise, how can I live longer like a turtle?" Russell sneered.
Chelsea was speechless.
Chelsea cursed Russell in her mind.
It was indeed not good that Chelsea's harsh words were heard. Chelsea laughed and said, "Then I'll turn off the lights?"
Chelsea wanted to look for an opportunity to slip away, but as soon as she turned around, Russell's voice sounded behind her.
"Cook me spaghetti."
The corners of Chelsea's mouth twitched.
Chelsea thought, "Bastard. Do you treat me as a maid?"
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