CH.41- Oops, Oops,

Aanya's pov...

Even though that son of bitch had sent me clothes, I was still not thankful to him, instead, I was getting angry with him.

The clothes I could wear were of poor quality, and I could not wear good and high-quality clothes because they were all too bold as if they were for any whore.

Fuck all these, I knew what I had to do with these sexy outfits. A walked to the wardrobe and opened it, then took out all Aaron's custom-made suits, shirts, and formal and informal clothes and took them to the bathroom. I threw them into the bathtub and opened the tap to fill it.

After soaking all his clothes in the bathtub, I came back and went to his wardrobe, inside it where his clothes were hanging, I hung all the sexy nightgowns.

I had clothes to wear, I put them on the other side of the wardrobe where he was expecting that I would keep my clothes, so I used that vacant place.

I put other things where they should have been. Then returned to the wardrobe, I took the comfortable looking frock out of them and wore it, its quality was also not good but what could I do when I had to wear it. When I got everything, so I dressed well and styled my hair with light makeup.

The whole work was very exhausting but as soon as it was over I started feeling hungry but there was a huge task left. To clean the kitchen and cook food for me.

I sat holding my head because as soon as I thought of the bad condition of the kitchen, my head started hurting. But I had to do this, so made up my mind, I stood up and went downstairs. Briskly walked towards the kitchen, but as soon as I heard the sound from the kitchen, I halted at the door.

Aaron was inside the kitchen, the kitchen looked clean and he was cooking something while leaning over the pan. I didn't know what he was cooking but the smell was great that my hunger increased and my mouth started shedding saliva.

After a pause, I resumed and walked in. Hearing my footsteps, he lifted his head and as he saw me, he kept looking at me, as everything he forget around himself.

He was looking at me exactly with the same eyes as he used to see me 12 years ago with loving eyes and I used to hear all the praise of his heart without any words just seeing the way he looked at me.

A few seconds later his lips curved upward and he released a mockery smirk "Cheap clothes also suit you, don't know why you used to annoy wearing these before?"

I glared at him as walked closer to him "You really don't know, hah" an annoying scoff left my mouth as bitter memory hammered me "You used to claim too much to love me, to know everything about me, yet you don't know why I didn't wear those cheap clothes?"

"Everything you said now is revealing your truth that how much did you love me and what did you claim." I gave him a disdain glance, then rolled my eyes to the pan.

I could see that his grip was tightened on the pan's handle seemed he was suppressing his anger. He didn't need to be that angry because whatever I said was the truth but the truth is always bitter.

I walked and saw that he had already finished mac and cheese, the garlic bread was in the oven and there was also chicken asparagus.

In his grumpy mood, he served the food in dishes and put them on the small table in the kitchen. He didn't go to the dining room because he wanted to eat his tasty food in front of me to annoy me.

I knew it very well yet I didn't peel my eyes from his dinner. After setting the table, he sat on the chair and picked up the knife and fork, but as he saw me, his grumpy expression changed into a mock "Oops, sorry but I haven't cooked for you, this dinner is only for one person."

Then he smiled at me which was really breathtaking yet I know what was the meaning of his smile "If you are hungry then you have to cook yourself," then he widened his blue eyes and his smile disappeared, there was a pity expression for me "Oh yes, I forgot that you don't know how to cook but what to do my foot hurt that I can't even cook food for two people. So I start eating mine, you make your own arrangements." With this, he dug his fork and started eating.

My blood started boiling, I took a pack of biscuits and a bottle of milk from the freeze, and I put them on the kitchen shelf. Then I took a vessel and filled it with water, then went closer to him and splashed all water on the table, his food got drowned and he also got wet, he stood up and glared at me with his bloodshot eyes.

"Oops, my mistake. Seemed you have to cook again with your sprained foot. I can't help you as you know I can't cook."

I turned my heel and took the milk and biscuit from the shelf and ran away from his glare. I didn't look back if he was after me or not.

As I know he couldn't reach me due to his sprained foot.

I came into the room and closed the door, I was laughing to remember his soaked dinner and his angry face. After laughing for a long time, I finally sat on the bed to have my dinner, as soon as I opened the packet of biscuits when a loud bang happened on the door.

I understood that it was Aaron, he was standing outside the door and had come to take revenge.

My mouth dried up just thinking of what would happen if the door opened.