Yzabelle:
No, that can’t be. Why would he poison me? I don’t see the logic here. He saved me from the falling door. If he really has ill intentions for me, he should let it fall off my head.
Geez! He was certainly being all suspicious here. He had a point. I hadn’t talked to him nicely. It’s natural that he suspects me of something bad.
Nah! We could not finish anything here if we kept suspecting each other. Though trust can’t be established just as easily as that, I should try.
And I needed to end this nonsense, or I would be very late, already!
I blew a hard breath and continued to the kitchen island. He followed me and leaned on the side, watching me. I started with the bacon sandwich. After one bite, I turned to him.
“Do you see any bubbles forming in my mouth?” I asked a sarcas
