Chapter 88: Complete Again
I finally looked up and glared at him, a bit irritated. "Okay. I understand. Can you move now? I need to change..."
Claude smirked. He fucking smirked.
So, now that he was fine, he was back into the annoying guy he was. He looked calmer and more sincere. I don’t know. I just felt like, after meeting his eyes and seeing the glint of mischief in them, made me think we were somehow closer than before.
It was probably because we shared something personal. Mine was more shameful while he was...
I took a deep breath. Thinking about that woman just boiled my anger hundred percent. I should call Noir and confirm what he did to her.
"Alright. Then, I’ll prepare dinner while you change. Let’s eat together," he waved his hand, deliberately ignoring my inner crisis, and walked away.
"Damn him."
I had to change very slowly and had no plans to come downstairs. But then, I remembered we share the same bed. So, now, I have to force myself to forget that, so I can sleep in peace next to him.
No. I should probably move to the storage room. Yup. The guy made my former room his storage. He keeps the boxes of his parcels in there. Whose mother did he even meet, that he started with that custom?
I checked and there was none inside. He doesn’t even use them and just throws them inside without folding. The boxes had occupied half of the room already, from floor to ceiling. It made me wonder what the hell he was buying so much that it piled like that.
His room still had no furniture. So, I don’t have an idea what they were. They were large boxes, too.