SARAH'S POV
I decided to cook chicken curry for lunch and just done with it when there is a knock on the door, it might be him already.
And I was not mistaken, it is him with a bunch of flowers in his hands, smiling from ear to ear.
"You don't like it?" He suddenly asked when I didn't utter any word.
"Huh?"
"Is that always your reaction every time someone gave you flowers?" He asked and stubbornly put the bouquet on the couch.
"I thought you'll be happy," he hissed and went to his room.
He told me on the phone that he is not feeling well, but he looks fine to me, also, I love the flowers he bought for me, I was just surprised and don't know how to react.
I remember our conversation over the phone and it made me feel that he's like a different person to me, his way of talking to me
