My eyes flicked to the steaming pot as his phone buzzed besides me.
It was "father", calling again.
I chewed on my lips, forcing myself to act uninterested.
It was none of my business anyways.
From the way he had frowned at me minutes ago, I was sure that he did not appreciate jokes about his dad.
His phone stopped ringing.
The only sound in the kitchen was that of the ladle in his hands as he stirred the boiling soup.
The aroma of the food wafted over to me and my stomach growled.
This time it was quite loud.
Loud enough for Alex to hear, even as he stood a distance away.
He threw a sharp look at me over his shoulders, his brows were closely drawn.
"You are already paying the price for being stubborn"
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and I asked, "What the hell are you
