Just like that, I went to my room and slept for a while. I endured till late at night.
As night fell, there was the rustling sound of the door unlocking from outside. Matthew returned with a lot of things in his hands. It looked like he had gone and made a huge purchase.
While he unloaded everything and put them into the refrigerator, he said to me, "I bought a lot of food that you like to eat and some things that you should be eating now. You’ll definitely like them."
I sat on the sofa and watched him quietly as he put everything into the refrigerator. He then took out the ingredients that he would be preparing tonight without saying a word.
Matthew probably knew that I was still angry about what happened during the day, but he ignored me and started cooking on his own. After a while, the aroma of the dishes wafted from the table. "It's time to eat."
I got up slowly and went forth at a slow pace. He was quite considerate and pulled out a chair for me. The meat and vegetables matched well and were all nutritious. At first glance, they were to supplement my body.
If he was the same Matthew as before, I think I would be very happy, but now all I could express now was sorrow.
Every now and then I looked at the door thinking why his auntie had not come yet.
"What's the matter? Does it not taste good?" Matthew thought the dishes he prepared were not to my taste and asked worriedly.
I shook my head. "It's nothing, it's delicious, but I can't really eat."
"Just eat some at least. Even if you're not hungry, think about your child."
I did not answer him and continued pawing at my food.
"Oh, Matty. You’re finally here."
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