Chapter 7

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It took several minutes before it was cooked. I was preparing to eat when suddenly I remembered that I'm with someone. Now my mind is debating whether I'll ask her to eat with me or not. But never mind I know that she will only decline my offer

I was in the middle of eating when she came in. She looked at me then the sink where you can see the mess I made. She frowned and looked at me again

"I told you not to make a mess" she said while frowning

I ignored her and continued on eating before I can shove the food in my mouth she grabbed my hand and ate it instead. I frowned. Did she do that to have a revenge?

"Yah! Why did you ate it? I was going to eat it" I said and looked at her angrily

She just ignored me how nice. She was about to get another spoonful of rice when I grabbed my plate away from her

"It has your saliva. Go get yourself some food" I walked away from her and got my self another spoon and sat at the very end of the table away from her

"Tss how demanding it's like you own this condo" she said and grabbed her self a plate and started to put some food into it

I just rolled my eyes at her. I just cooked a fried rice with some ham and chicken bits and I added some green peas

I watched her sit on the other end of the table

"You overly fried your rice" she said while eating

I glared at her

"Then don't eat! Did I forced you to eat?! I wish you'll choke to death" o sadi and rolled my eyes at her

"I was just saying that so you can correct it next time. I was just teaching you now you're getting angry at me"

I just glared at her and shoved a spoonful of rice to my mouth and chewing it forcefully. I was about to swallow it when a piece of green peas was stuck at my throat. I was coughing while punching my chest part

When she noticed it she hastily went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me. I still managed to glare at her before getting the water bottle in her hand. I quickly drank it and almost finished all of it. I was catching my breath while still glaring to her

"That's the cause for talking too much"

If looks could kill she's probably dead right now. My eyebrows are almost meeting each other. I looked at her intently

"It was your fault why I choked" I angrily said to her

She went back to her chair having the same expression I have

"Now you're blaming me. Do I have your mouth?"

"You were talking"

"So are you"

"What if I didn't drank a water I could have died. What kind of boyfriend are you?"

"Why don't you just thank me for saving your life? I'm the one who gave you a water"

"I know you were just forced. You don't even want to stand that time. Why will I thank you? You're the reason why I choked in the first place"

"You'll not thank me?"

"Never"

She stood up. I don't know what's her plan but I'll just seat here and will not pay attention to her

"Then get out of here if you'll not thank me" she said and grabbed my pulse trying to get me up

"No"

She sighed heavily while her hands is on her waist. Without any warning she lift me up and carried me like a sack

"Yah! Put me down!" I was punching her back endlessly. She walked through the living room until we arrived in front of her door and opened it. She put me down

"Just go home if that's the case" she said and slammed the door

I was dumbfounded. I was ringing her doorbell endlessly. Ughhh this woman

"Open this damn door now!" I shouted while still ringing her doorbell

After a minute she opened the door. I hurriedly came in

"Did your conscience ate you up and decided to accept the fact that you're wrong and now you'll thank me" she said

I went to the sofa and grabbed my purse. I removed my indoor slipper and wore my heels

"You'll let me ho home while wearing an indoor slipper and with out my purse? I'll go now suit yourself" I said and walked passed through her and slammed the door



























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