Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The room was so small that there was almost no space in the kitchen opposite the bed.
The water in the pot was boiling, and the steam was rising, blurring the edges of the dim space.
Parks stood by the stove, wearing only a white vest, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and his muscles
trembling with every move.
He threw the pasta into the boiling water skillfully, and his rhythmic movements were almost calming
“Tonight. I’m going to make your favorite tomato pasta.” He said, with a hint of playful warmth in his voice. Then he turned around, frowned his black eyebrows, and showed a mischievous expression. “You’d better eat two bowls, otherwise you’ll be in trouble tonight.”
There was not even a decent dining table in the room.
I sat cross–legged on the bed, looking at him as usual.
It’s hard to believe that a person who was born rich and was pampered and admired by those around him could act this drama so realistically.
Parks came over with a bowl, and his tone was very gentle, “Be careful of your hands.”
Then, as if he remembered something, he looked at me and his expression became serious,
“Baby, can we talk for a second?“.
I looked up at him.
Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID.
At that moment, the expression on his face changed.
He answered the phone without hesitation, turned slightly, and whispered.
“There is an urgent job, and the salary is two hundred yuan more than usual.”
“Sweetheart, just eat something first, okay?”
His voice was as gentle as ever, warm and coaxing, the way he always was when he wanted me to listen.
“I took this job,” he continued, watching me carefully. “Let me make it up to you tomorrow–I’ll take you out for a tasty meal.”
After answering the phone, he instinctively leaned over and prepared to kiss me.
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I stepped back and walked in front of him.
“You’re in a hurry, right?” I whispered. ‘Then let’s go.”
“Okay.”
He agreed without hesitation, grabbing a jacket from the back of the chair. He draped it over his shoulders and hurried away.
I stayed where I was, still sitting on the bed, until my legs were numb.
The pasta were cold and hard, and I had no appetite at all.
I took a bite.
It was awful.
So awful, in fact, that I felt tears stinging my eyes.
Funny.
I thought I had made my choice.
I told myself I wouldn’t get hurt. None of this mattered anymore.
But something inside me still trembled as I saw the name flash across the screen – Nina.
