DAVE’S POV
As I untied my apron, I felt enraged, I felt a choking feeling, seeing her with that corny fool, Lucien twisted my heart, let alone him being so pretentious, I threw the apron on the bed, then she praised his cooking, I was shivering at the recollection of everything, Then he came, Dave, I pretended nothing was affecting me, he stood on the doorway frame, folded his arms, he chuckled.
“ She is indeed a pretty young woman, isn’t she,” I kept silent as I wore my work clothes.
“ I like her,” he continues, did I just hear him write, he liked her, I felt like tearing apart his throat eyes , for him to never talk or look at her, ever, I relaxed, calmed down, the only reason I haven’t killed him is because of Dad’s dying wish to stay away from him. I went back to tying my tie, ignor
