Chapter 127: A Misunderstanding
The kitchen lights were turned on, and it hurt my eyes that had already adjusted to the darkness—but I had to endure it because Pamela was here.
"What would you like to have?" I asked Pamela, who was seated on the kitchen center table, even though there were about four chairs. But I didn’t complain.
"Milk, please," she said before smiling sheepishly with her eyes closed.
Hmph.
Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the half-full milk jar and a can of beer. Dropping both on the table, I walked over to the cabinets and began flipping them open one after the other, searching for where the glass cups were kept.
"You look lost in your own home," Pamela said, but I didn’t bother looking at her.
"As you can see, I just moved in tonight," I responded as I opened the last cabinet—and there they were.
Lined up neatly and squeaky clean.
I took the biggest glass cup and walked over to the sink, turned on the tap, and began rinsing the cup. While everything looked clean—and the entire house was spotless—I always did this in my past life.
My family wasn’t wealthy from the get-go. Our utensils were in places cockroaches could reach, so we always rinsed them before use. Even after becoming a billionaire in that life, I never stopped doing this.
"Strange. I could have sworn there was a glass of milk on the table in your room," Pamela’s voice sounded thoughtful, and I froze.
LEE BAI!