QUIN ASK FOR RESPONSIBILITY

After Max and Katty left, Quin immediately cleaned her body in the bathroom. The smell of soap and shampoo made her calmer. Twenty minutes in the bathroom, she came out and Quin dried her hair and chose casual clothes. Her body was covered by a t-shirt and knee-length pants. The woman gave food to her skin with skin care applied to the skin and then she got out from her bedroom.

Quineera walked to the dining table. She saw grilled salmon, potato wedges, vegetable soup, and pieces of fruit of different kinds. Quin took the basket food from the dish rack and placed the food on it.

"Miss, where do you want to take the food?" the maid asked. She was confused to see Quin put several types of food into the basket food.

"This food is too much for us. I want to share it with my neighbor," Quin answered.

When the basket was full of food, Quineera rushed out to see Gavariel. Quineera did not want to waste time. She had to make Gavariel fall in love with her.

Ting tong! The sound of the doorbell was heard by Geva who was asleep on the bed.

"I just fell asleep. Why is someone bothering me already?" Geva grumbled. He ignored it by covering his ears with a pillow but the doorbell did not stop ringing.

"Argh! It sucks!" Gevariel shouted. He threw a pillow in any direction then forced his feet off the bed to open the door for his guest.

"What is she here for?" Geva asked himself when he saw Quineera's face from the door camera.

"What do you need?" Geva asked after opening the door.

"I want to hold you accountable. Look at my skin! It's all because of you!" Quin showed the remaining allergic spots on the skin of her hands and face.

"Then what should I do?" Geva asked back.

"I want to stay here for a few days until my allergies are completely cured." Quin barged in without waiting for the homeowner's approval.

The woman had to force her way into Gevariel's life because Gevariel's strange attitude of not wanting to meet new people. If Quineera was not proactive then she would lose her chance to approach Gevariel.

Quineera took the tableware from the dish rack and arranged all the food on the plate.

"What are you doing now?" Gevariel asked while he approached and saw the food on the table.

"I am not used to eating alone. So you have to accompany me to eat!" Quin answered, sitting down and enjoying the very tantalizing sight.

"These foods must be delicious," Quin said, wanting to eat her food, but she was disturbed because Gevariel was still standing and watching her.

"You sit down too!" Quin commanded. She stood up and pulled Geva's body so that the man sat in front of her.

"I am not used to eating other people's cooking," Gevariel replied. He sat down but he refused Quineera's food.

"Why? It's delicious." Again Quin was astonished. She found another oddity in Geva.

"I am not used to doing it," Gevariel replied, shutting himself off from Quin. "Do I look abnormal?" Geva asked. He wanted to know Quin's opinion about him.

"Everyone has their own habits. It's a very normal thing. But from today you have to change yourself because you have to lead your restaurant. In this world you can't isolate yourself. You need to socialize, especially with your neighbors," Quin advised, then she asked Gevariel to open his mouth.

"Don't force me. I can't eat other people's cooking," Gevariel refused when Quin wanted to feed him.

"Looks like I have to change the way I approach him. I have to be more aggressive. He's not good at socializing and reading situations." Quin said in her mind.

"Just one bite. If you don't like it, you can throw it up." Quineera did not give up on persuading him.

"She is very stubborn and pushy. She is like Theresia," Gevariel said to himself. Indirectly Quin's nature reminds him of his late lover.

"Eat it, Geva. My hand is hurting like this," Quineera coaxed, her hand still stretched out to feed Gevariel.

"If you don't want to eat it then I won't feed you with a fork but with my mouth." Quin said, making Geva's eyes widen. He did not expect the woman in front of him to be so pushy.

Like it or not Geva had to open his mouth. Instantly a smile appeared on Quineera's face, making the stiff Geva dumbfounded.

"Beautiful," Unconsciously Gevariel mumbled.

"What did you say?" Quin who did not hear clearly asked.

"Nothing. The salmon is delicious. Did you cook it?" Realizing what he said, Geva immediately changed the topic.

"Are you saying I am beautiful?" Quin asked, making Geva gasp.

"You heard it?" Geva stupidly asked that question.

Quinera laughed. "It turns out that your eyes are still functioning properly. Thank you very much. I am flattered to hear that." Quineera's words made Gevariel feel embarrassed. He smacked his mouth and blamed himself.

Quineera grabbed Gevariel's hand. "Don't hurt yourself. I'm really happy to hear that. Your compliment sounds so sincere," Quineera said.

Quineera's words made Gevariel even more embarrassed but he was pleased to see the beautiful smile on Quineera's face.

"Didn't anyone compliment you sincerely?" Geva looked at the face of the woman in front of him.

"Perhaps. I can't see which ones are sincere and who are just looking to take advantage of me." Quin's answer provoked curiosity.

"How did you know that I was sincerely praising you?" Gevariel asked. He was curious about Quin's answer. A few days knowing Quin seemed to make his life more colorful.

"Because you said it subconsciously. Thank you, Geva. I really appreciate it," Quineera said while rubbing Gevariel's hands.

"From today onwards you have to cook for me. It's a liability because you have put me in the hospital," Quineera said.

"Why should I do that. It is not my fault," Gevariel refused.

"Of course it's your fault. I don't accept rejection. You must take responsibility for making me sick. Otherwise I will…." Quineera hung up on her sentence.