Eunice Mariano
The night came, I went out of my room and went to the kitchen because of a smell. It smells delicious.
"Eunice, the food is ready. You can eat now," Nielson said after tasting the food he cooked.
"I don't care," I answered, then went to the refrigerator to get water.
"Let's eat. You haven't eaten anything in the past few days," Nielson insisted, then held my arm. I glared at him and his hands.
"Did Mom order you to do these kinds of things?" I asked Nielson while raising my eyebrows. He couldn't answer. So, I moved his hand away, then sat on the chair.
Nielson sat beside me. I can't help but feel annoyed because he's sitting beside me. I ate my meal faster to leave immediately.
"Eat slowly. You might get choked by your food," Nielson said while holding my hand, but I
