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I was silent as we ate our dinner. I did not glance at Rael even though I could feel him glancing at me every so often. I just swiftly rolled my eyes whenever I think about our argument earlier.

He said they did not fuck. That is bullshit.

"Is it delicious, Rael? What can you say? Is it salty or a bit bland for your taste?" My mother asked, referring to the kare-kare that she cooked.

I glanced at him. He was sitting across me. I noticed that he was eating slowly. Every swallow, he gulps it down with water. My brows furrowed. It seems to me that he didn't like the food.

He smiled after he puts down the water.

"It tastes really good. You cooked it very well," he replied politely.

My brows raised up. Liar. I could clearly see that he was just forcing himself to eat it. He was literally shoving it into his mouth and drunk lots of water. But I understand that he did not want to offend my mother.

Our eyes met. He held my gaze for a long time but I broke it off. I continued eating.

"Really?