NADIA'S POV
His gaze flicked to the table where the food was and then, back to me, his lips curved up into a smirk, a small amusing smile. I know right, it's amusing, I thought.
“You made dinner for me, hmm, interesting.”
I smiled awkwardly and returned to sit on the bed, “I didn't literally make it, just heated it up. You're home late, so I assumed you'd be hungry.”
He glanced at me again, before he carried the food and settled on a couch, which I just realized was there. “Next time, don't go over the stress to heat my food up or prepare food for me, that's not your duty.”
“But I–”
“That's not up for negotiation, do you understand?” he cut me off, his tone holding a hint of seriousness and warning. This is the first time he's talking to me in this manner.
I nodded, knowing deep in
