I was not hungry at dinner since I was still full of anger after having dealt with Harriet. I took a few casual bites before leaving the table.
"Is that all you’re having?" Theo's voice sounded.
I was getting mad just hearing his voice now. I just harrumphed and went upstairs.
Back in the room, I exhaled and looked at the door. He did not catch up with me.
Theo was seriously losing his dedication.
I sat in front of the dressing table, secretly sulking. The truth was that the greater part of my unhappiness derived from Cole. Harriet was just a catalyst.
Cole knew everything but still wanted me to toil with my own investigation.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I was. I slammed my hand down on the table.
There was a burning pain in the palm of my hand, and I frowned.
Just then, I heard someone coming in.
I looked up and saw Theo coming over with a glass of water. He put the water glass on the table and pushed it to me with a smile on his lips. "Don't treat your hand so carelessly when you’re angry."
Theo took a seat after he said that. He grabbed my hand and blew on it as if to relieve my pain.
I withdrew my hand and turned my head to one side. "It doesn't hurt!"
"I saw you frown. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?" Theo asked back with his head tilted. The smile on his face still had not diminished.
I let out a hum through my nose and did not reply to him.
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