"Uhm… I-I'll cook." I smiled raw.
He smiled and touched my hair that's falling on my face.
"Alright. I'm sorry about last night. Let me make it up with you." he uttered under his breath while brushing his thumb to my skin.
I gulped and nodded with a fake smile.What the hell? I don't need him here. What does he mean to make it up to me? I can't go if he's here!
I watched him leave and went into the direction of his gym. I couldn't think straight while preparing our breakfast. When he came back to the dining room he had already taken a bath. His hair is damp from shower and a white shirt is hugging his body paired with gray lounge shorts.
True enough, he's a bit different today. He's not entertaining calls so our breakfast is silent. He's asking me questions sometimes then b
