He checked the box and probably thought that there was nothing wrong with it, so he looked at me and said, "I don’t know much about your adoptive mother. I want this box just out of pure curiosity."
"Okay."
I sighed. What else could I say?
"Does Theo know that you’re giving me this box?"
"He does."
Jordan frowned, seemingly a little puzzled. "And he didn't say anything?"
"He didn’t." I looked curiously at him." What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?'
Jordan shrugged. "No.
After the meal, I drove straight home.
Theo called me as soon as I got home.
When I answered the call, his low and attractive voice rang out. "Are you home?”
I glanced at the time. It was probably time for him to get off work. After putting down my car keys, I said with a smile, "I just got home. When are you coming back?"
"I'll go back as soon as I get off work. Do you miss me?” His voice was as melodious as ever. My face was a little flushed now.
I lightly coughed and avoided his question. "What would you like for dinner? I’ll make it for you."
He did not reply immediately and seemed to be thinking very seriously before saying, "How about I eat you?"
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