He walked further inside the room and hadn't thrown a glance at me. I wanted to believe he hadn't noticed me crumpled into a ball on the sofa. I straightened up my seat and put my feet down on the floor when he expectantly turned around, his cold eyes instantly meeting mine.
My lips parted but his question came out first.
"Did you have dinner?" He lifted a paper bag in his hand. He knew I was caught off guard with his cold tone but showed nothing on his face. He put the paper bag down on the coffee table.
My body was weak as I rose to my feet. I narrowed my eyes on the paper bag. I couldn't see the content but I knew it was for one person. For me. He had taken his dinner somewhere.
"Where have you been?" I voiced out and took a step forward when he made an attempt for the stairs. My
