He frowned, studying my face. “Where have you been all day? You didn’t even make food for Adele or Christian. What kind of housewife can’t even manage the basics? We had to eat instant noodles because of that.”
“Nowhere in particular. Just wandered around,” I simply replied.
He seemed unsettled by my coldness. For a second, something flickered across his face.
He picked up a slice of carrot with his chopsticks and dropped it in my bowl. “You haven’t eaten, have you? Eat something before going back to your room.”
I looked at the carrot and let out a bitter laugh. “Sebastian, I’m allergic to carrots. I can’t eat them.”
He froze, clearly surprised. But before he could react, I pushed back my chair and walked out.
After my shower that night, I stepped out of the bathroom only to find Sebastian sitting on my bed, going through my laptop.
I swallowed the disgust rising in my throat and asked, “Do you need something?”
But he didn’t answer my question and just remarked, “Looks like you’ve cleared out a lot of your stuff from the room.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was he onto me? Was he going to ruin my escape?
“I just got bored,” I replied calmly. “Thought I’d change the decor.”