Chapter 21 You've Got A Death Wish?

Dylan's response was irrelevant to my question. "Where have you been?" His tone was cold and indifferent, but there was a hint of displeasure in it.

"I went to the company," I said as I went into the kitchen. "I'll cook something for you."

He probably didn't eat anything because of all the fuss caused by Camilla at the hospital. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel that I was a little meddlesome. I was soon going to leave him anyway, so why should I care if he'd starve to death?

But after all, I had loved him for so long. Even though I was going to leave, I wanted to keep some warmth and happiness between us.

After cooking some pasta, I suddenly felt a chill run up my spine. I couldn't help but look back, and that was when my eyes met Dylan's cold and indifferent black eyes.

"What, what's wrong?" Usually, he would look at me with either a cold or disgusted way. But today, he looked at me in a complicated way, and I didn't know how to deal with it, so I panicked.