I was so furious that I glared at him. In my mind, I had already cursed him a hundred times. I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I angrily went up to the second floor and sat there alone, sulking.
The sound of something being smashed came from downstairs. Tobias was really an odd person. I covered myself with a blanket, ignoring him.
After lying for a long time, my stomach growled. I didn't eat much all day. I thought I could have a meal at Yulia's place, but it was unexpectedly ruined by the lunatic Tobias.
I hesitated for a moment, before going downstairs to get something to eat. If I continued to starve, I might lose sleep at night.
In the kitchen, Tobias' nanny was not there. Fortunately, there were a lot of fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. I looked around and ended up cooking a bowl of noodles.
However, Tobias came before I could even sit down to eat. He wasn't even aware that he was not wanted there, and proceeded to eat the noodles I had just cooked. My blood was boiling.
I glared at him, almost shouting at him. "Tobias, can you be more shameless than this? I cooked this bowl of noodles and I haven't even eaten it yet. That's enough!"
He ate a few mouthfuls of noodles as if nothing had happened. Then he looked at me and said, "The ingredients belong to me. Can't I eat them?"
I was speechless. I watched as he enjoyed the bowl of noodles. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't hit him, I would have given him a good beating.
However, I was living under his roof. There was nothing I could do.
I cooked another bowl for myself. After Tobias finished eating his noodles, he stared at me with a serious face. I was puzzled. Looking at him, my eyes twitched as I covered my bowl of noodles. I then looked at him and said, "Tobias, you've already eaten. This is mine."
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