That evening, I prepared a proper dinner for myself in the kitchen. Liam's cooking was barely edible, and I refused to subject my stomach to it any longer.
Using what ingredients I found in the refrigerator, I cooked two of my most favourite dishes. Dishes that I usually avoided because Liam didn’t much care for them.
When I carried the plates to the dining table, Liam emerged from his study. He froze at the sight of two plates and a single place setting.
"Where's mine?" His voice was pinched with hurt, but I ignored it.
"There's food in the fridge, including instant noodles. Help yourself." I continued eating without looking up.
"You used to bend over backward making elaborate meals for me. You used to be a dutiful mate who loved to take care of me. What changed?" Liam's carefully
