Shaun looked at Catherine's back with complicated feelings.
Sarah lied to him?
He had never thought of it before. It surely had to be Catherine's scheme.
He had sweated profusely last night, so he was feeling uncomfortable all over now. He wanted to take a bath after he went into the bathroom but he did not have a towel. He gave it some thought and simply took Catherine's towel.
He was a clean freak. He could not even bear using Sarah's towel to wipe his face. However, when he used Catherine's towel, he did not feel repulsed at all. Her towel had a pleasant smell as well, just like her body.
When he came out of the bathroom, Catherine was sitting in the dining area, having pasta. There even was a golden fried egg on the pasta. It looked delicious at first sight.
Shaun, who was exhausted from last night, immediately felt hungry. "Where's mine?”
He directly sat on the chair beside her and looked like he was waiting for someone to serve him breakfast.
Catherine glanced at him lazily. "Yours? It's in your
own home."
"There’s no maid to serve you breakfast even if you wait here."
The expectation on Shaun's face could be seen diminishing rapidly, replaced with anger. "Catherine, I'm at your place now. I don't care. I’m hungry, so you have to cook pasta for me right now." 4
"Why do I have to cook for you? Would you be thankful to me if I did? I don't even see you thanking me for saving you last night."
The pent-up anger inside of Catherine finally exploded. "You eat and drink my stuff every single time you come here. Not only do you not pay for any of it, you even land me into trouble every once in a while. Get lost!"
"You dare tell me to get lost?" A dark aura emanated from Shaun.
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