Chapter Fourteen

I didn't try to call him or ask him anything. I went back to my house without telling him and left him there. I'm not required by him. I turn and turn all night long, thinking about him. I was utterly killed by curiosity. My fingers continue to tap on the phone incessantly out of perplexity, as the phone's blinking indicates that I should do something with it. I would like to thank him, but he is furious with me.

Why?Maybe I should cook his favorite meal as a way to say thank you. He enjoys pie. Yes, I will give him his favorite pie as a gift tomorrow. When I go to sleep at night, this is the best thought. He will be impressed by me because he likes my meal.

May be

I went shopping early the following morning and got some blueberries. Now, cooking is my favorite activity. I went outside and sat down at my desk after setting everything up in his office. As work hours started, I kept my gaze on the elevator. I started to perspire a little on my forehead from anxiety. What if my pie doesn'