I had determination written all over my face, but still nodded obediently.
Ronald stared at me for a moment, then let go of my chin coldly and headed upstairs.
"Call me when it's ready."
Standing in the familiar kitchen, seeing the same people and objects, memories of how I used to bend over backwards for Ronald in my past life flooded in. I let out a deep breath, took off a few layers for easier movement, then grabbed an apple and took a bite.
"Come on, Isabella, be brave! No backing down!"
When things get tough, sometimes you just have to lose it a little.
At first, I wanted to cook him an ultra-spicy chicken feast—the kind that would wreck his stomach, especially after he had a stomachache last night. Just to remind him: out of all the riches he could’ve picked, he w
