The next day, Iris woke up with a headache. She fumbled around in bed, searching for her phone. Her sleepy eyes widened when she saw that it was already 12 noon.
“Oh my!”
She quickly got up and saw a plate of scrambled eggs and a sandwich on the nightstand, along with a glass of protein shake. It must have been Archer who left it.
“God, that man is so kind,” Iris praised, her eyes welling with tears. Never in her life had a man treated her like that.
She picked up the plate and found a piece of paper underneath that read: “Don’t get too excited. I’m just fulfilling our agreement not to let you go hungry.”
Iris snorted in annoyance, unable to feel moved. “Besides, how could he be sincere? It was all because of an agreement,” she grumbled.
Nevertheless, she drank the protein shake and
