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HER ADDICTION

What do you think you are doing?' She abruptly stood to her feet, pushing the man away from her. 'And who are you? What are you doing in my house and kitchen?' The unknown man rose to his feet, wearing a puzzled look. "Your house? Your kitchen?" "Yes," Nino tried to sound confident even though mere looking at him sent cold blood down her spine. "A burglar won't be treating himself to dinner so who the heck are you?" "I should be asking you this," his cold impassive voice came again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" After being cheated on by her boyfriend. Nino learnt her house has been sold to a complete stranger, the news of her parent's house being sold by the man her parents borrowed a loan from and couldn't pay back before their death. The news hit Nino Peterson to the core. She swore to take back her parent's house but when she realized the amount the man bought her house, she knew she couldn't pay him on time or send him packing either. So the two reached a compromise that she will still live in her parent's house until she was able to pay back the amount the man paid on her house. But will she be able to live under the same roof with a man knowing he's a complete stranger and the atmosphere will not be the same anymore? And when she also learns the truth about the man living under the same roof with her, would she be able to deal with it?

Jane_Chunli · Urban
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199 Chs

ARCADE GAMES

Joana

I dragged myself to the kitchen, my whole body numb. I yawned as I strolled inside the kitchen and met daniel drenched with flour. I gaped surprisedly at him, wondering what he was doing. The kitchen counters were smeared with flour, plus the plates and kitchen utensils were scattered on the counter. I watched curiously as he rolls the flour into ball shapes.

A smile crept on my face at how focused he was before interrupting him. "What are you doing, Daniel?"

He whirled towards me at my voice. "Mom, you are up?"

I nodded and moved closer. "What are you doing?" I darted my eyes over the balls of flour in a bowl. He was making egg rolls. "Where did you learn how to do this? From a friend's mom?"

"No, Mr. Grumpy taught me how to do this," he gestured to the ingredients. "When I was there, he made me some and they tasted so heavenly and I promised to make some for you."