Chapter 16

The next day, I saw Harold in the living room. He had a frown on his face while holding a piece of paper.

My eyes fell on his hand. "I'm hungry," my lips parted in what was written. After he was rude yesterday he will be like this? Why!

I put Oprah down and she immediately ran around the big house of Mr. Shein. Speaking of, I didn't catch up with him after waking up.

"Wait there. I stayed up late last night." I told him and it was true because my husband was talking to me last night. I think we slept late.

When I turned to look at him, I saw his strange smile.

"What are you thinking?"

'I'm not thinking of anything bad.' His letter. I narrowed my eyes at him. Why do I feel like he's lying?

"What do you want?"

I opened the fridge. It's empty. I turned to Harold. "Just eggs and fried rice let just it this first. The fridge is empty." I said.

He immediately wrote. "Okay. We're going to buy groceries after." He says. I was in awe of Harold for a while.

It's not that I don