That night ended awkwardly, but I still managed to survive it. I also slept well, weirdly. The next day, I still didn’t speak to Devin. I didn’t know how to act after that embarrassing moment that we had. So I was just thankful that he woke up and left early, so I was alone in the penthouse.
It was around nine in the morning when I got out of bed. I just took a quick bath, then I headed downstairs to eat. The meal was served on the table already. I guess Devin was the one who prepared it. I also bet that he just ate without me because I didn’t get out of bed early to join him for breakfast. I ate quietly and fixed the dishes after. It was like a routine for me—a boring one— to go back to the living room after my meal.
I stared at the huge TV in front of me. Now what am I going to do? Wa
