Chapter 79

“I want pasta!” I whine to him.

He got his phone and tapped on it.

“Wait fifteen minutes; I already ordered it.” He shortly focused on what he was reading.

It was breakfast, and he didn’t wake me up like he used to.

“I want,” I think of unhealthy foods.

“I want fries, burger, pizza, and cheesecake,” I demanded him.

“Okay.” He answered shortly again.

I wasn’t expecting him to his answer.

He should scold me; why is he giving me what I want? He changes.

He gets his phone again and types on it, maybe ordering the foods I requested.

“I gotta go, I already called someone to clean this, and I got you a driver too.”

That’s all he said, and he left me just like that.

I dangerous glared at the milk he made for me, and I hadn’t drunk it. He was ensuring that I had already consumed my milk and vitamins before leaving for work, but he now acted like he didn't care.

He is cold on me.

I came to work having a grudge toward him; I didn’t have the energy to work.