“I’m hungry. It's already past 8pm; it's time for my dinner,” Tardrain said, issuing his first order. His chest swelled with pride; he couldn't wait to unleash what he had in store for her.Since she wanted to get closer, he might as well give her the front seat roll. He would make sure it was a grueling show.Ivana’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “B-but you said, you weren’t hungry just a few minutes—-”“Are you already dictating when I eat or not?” He cut her off sharply with a cold glare.Ivana gulped, quickly shaking her head. She kept her mouth shut, but something within her told her this was all intentional. She couldn't prove it, but she could certainly feel it.“I want to eat creamy pasta for dinner,” He instructed, grabbing his phone and turning his attention away, as if she were dismissed.“Okay, Sir,” Ivana responded under her breath, turning to leave the room. As she walked, her feet dragged heavily on the floor. Tardrain was forced to raise his head, his face twisted in f
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