Chapter 37 Didn't Feel Better

• I was startled after Cedrick came out of my room and slammed the door shut.
• For a few seconds I stared at what he brought out until I swallowed the soup he allegedly cooked for me. Really? He cooked it? He cooked it for me? It seemed so hard to believe. And the fact that he made this soup for me feels so surreal yet I remember I was just like the kind of sex thing to him and me being sick... Won't be able to bring pleasure to him.
• I took a bite to finish it and rest again. I was smiling against the soup. It was so yummy. If he really cooked this... He is a very good cook. And I just noticed... Is he here right away? He went home very soon. As far as I remember... He often finished his job at five o'clock or maybe six o'clock.