Chapter 88 No Questions Needed

• I was taken aback by his sudden question—I didn't expect him to wake up. With an awkward smile on my face, I tried my best to explain myself. "I couldn't sleep after waking up. It seems like the skies are turning bright, so I think I'll go down to prepare breakfast," I uttered before rushing downstairs to prepare breakfast. While I was downstairs, I kept smacking my hand against my burning cheeks. I was contemplating sleeping on the couch that night.
• After lazing on the couch for nearly an hour, I got up and went to prepare breakfast. I wasn't too good at cooking, so I simply prepared a pot of porridge and ate a bowl of it before zoning out on the couch. When Shawn finally showed up, he was dressed in his usual black suit. He didn't leave the house during the day—he simply sat on the couch and browsed through some books. During noontime, he headed to the kitchen to prepare his own meal. The maid didn't come, so I stole some of his food. In the afternoon, he stayed in the study, and I only knocked on his door sometime in the evening. "What would you like to eat tonight, Shawn?" He was in the midst of calligraphywriting, and there were a bunch of small words gathered on the white piece of paper. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" He lowered his calligraphy pen before questioning me in return.
• I only knew how to make instant noodles and porridge. "I'm not hungry yet," I replied after giving it some thought. I only said that because I wanted him to prepare our meal. It was drizzling outside, and I walked over to find him writing quotes from one of Jean-Paul Sartre's classic books, Being and Nothingness. His words were extremely neat—they looked similar to the ones that hung on his walls. Could he have been the one who wrote all of those? I wondered.