JELOME cursed himself.
His eyes flare as he bites his lip but for once, he doesn't say anything as he brings his dishes to the sink. With that heated look on his face, he loads the dishwasher without a word.
Leaning against the kitchen counter behind him, she feels disappointed. She finally playback and he isn’t taking the bait. He’s messed with her all week, get her flustered and worried, but she can’t get a single reaction from him.
She’s about to give up completely and go back to her room when he shuts the dishwasher, taps a button, and turns around to lean against the counter across from her. Those alluring eyes drink her in as he crosses his arm over his chest.
“So, how are you doing the whole week without me, Meera?” He asks, trapping her in his gaze.
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