Cedric's POV
After Selena left the bedroom, I lay down again.
My head was pounding, and I didn't want to move. But even if I was deathly ill, I didn't want to recover. For me, being healthy wasn't a good thing. Because then, I would have no reason to stay at Selena's house.
The bedroom door was open, and I could see Selena walking out of the kitchen. She must have finished making breakfast. I quickly got up and went to her.
She was carrying a plate, walking towards the dining table. I followed behind her, wanting to sit down. But I was surprised to find that she had only prepared one breakfast, and she was placing that breakfast in front of herself.
"How come there's none for me?" I couldn't believe my eyes.
"I have to go out, so of course, I won't waste time making you breakfast."
