This was Rosalie's usual playbook. She'd explain herself, then offer up something sweet to smooth it over, and whether I accepted it or not, she'd act like the matter was closed. As far as she was concerned, once she felt she'd explained herself, I had no business bringing it up again.There'd been plenty of times I couldn't take it anymore and raised my voice, trying to get through to her, only to watch her look back at me like she genuinely didn't understand what the problem was, like I was the one being unreasonable. More often than not, I'd end up swallowing the hurt whole, playing the mature, easygoing boyfriend just to keep the peace.I replied: [Sure]Rosalie could handle spicy food, though she didn't love it, and she'd never once offered to take me out for it before. I should have been happy. Instead, I just felt numb.I figured Rosalie wouldn't come pick me up, so I called a car. Sure enough, I was right again. Her office sat right on the way to Diablo's Table, the littl
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