"After all is said and done, you're nothing but a pauper. " Jay sneered.
Rose did not want to start a fight with him, so she scurried to one side and started peeling apples for him. After slicing the apple into a few slices, she heated them up in boiling water before setting them i n front of Jay.
Jay stared at the steaming apple, a trace of imperceptible bewilderment emanating from his eyes.
Angeline had the habit of heating up fruits in boiling water too.
After placing the fruit plate on the side table next to him, Rose turned around and walked away. She stood very still at a spot very far away from him.
She always made sure to keep a certain distance from him so that he would not find her distasteful.
Looking at the Rose who was so heart-achingly obedient, Jay felt utterly confused and disconcerted.
She remembered every single hurtful word he said to her and even obeyed his orders so well.
If this happened in the past, he would certainly be pleased with her obedience. Today, however, for some unknown reason, a sour and acerbic feeling surged in his heart when he saw her keeping her distance away
from him.
Jay slumped against the pillow. He was fighting with his inner struggles and dilemma.
He told himself that she was not Angeline, that he must not have even the subtlest emotional dependence toward her as that would be an utterly preposterous shift of affection.
Despite that, Angelina's unyielding attitude, Angelina's talent, the worried look on Angelina's face when she stared at him, as well as Angelina's teary and despairing eyes... They all intersected perfectly with Rose's every frown and smile.
"Feed me!" Jay suddenly ordered with an extremely bad temper.
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