Layla burst out laughing. "Eric, I didn't expect you to hide in the closet. Hahaha! You probably haven't been so embarrassed in your whole life, have you?"
Eric blushed. "Yeah."
"Are you that scared of my parents?" Layla sat down on the bed, laughing.
It was fortunate that the closet happened to be empty and was not too crammed for Eric to hide in.
"I just don't want any trouble. You are still ill, and you won't tell your family about it. What am I supposed to say if they see me?" Eric stood in front of her and stared at her. "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah. My parents brought me dinner. There's still a lot of food, and it's still warm. You should eat something, too." Layla stood up and teased, "Eric, you don't act your age... I've never seen a person your age acting like this."
"I guess I've been spoiling you. I should have secretly spoken to your mom the moment I found out you were sick. Your mom only needs to find an excuse to come here and she will be able to expose you without betraying me," he deadpanned.
The smile faded from Layla's face. "Dream on! If you sell me out, I will know it. Besides, I'm better now so there's no point in you betraying me."
"I suppose."
"The food is on the table. Go ahead and eat!" Layla pointed at the dining table.
He glanced at it. "You haven't eaten much."
"I couldn't eat too much. I guess my stomach has gotten smaller." Layla sat on the couch and sighed. "I feel like I'm being tortured. It's been a long time since I've been this unlucky."
Eric took out another set of cutleries and chatted with her while eating. "You aren't unlucky. You are just used to being taken care of."
"You might be right, but why should we make suffering sound like a good thing when it's not necessary?"
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