What about Charlie? When did he decide to let her into his world?
Charlie's cold voice interrupted my thoughts as he set the dishes on the table.
"Dinner’s ready," he said, looking at Miranda.
When his gaze fell on the bag of chips in her hands, he chuckled softly and walked over. Gently he tapped her head and scolded, "It’s almost dinnertime and you’re still snacking? You’re like a child."
Pouting, Miranda replied, "Well, I’m seven years younger than you, so of course I’m a child."
They kept on flirting as if they were alone. They did not notice my face went white like a ghost.
When he raised his body and looked at me, he only said indifferently, "Let's eat.
Even though he said that there were only two bowls on the table, one for him and one for Miranda.
Pressing my lips together, I quietly walked into the kitchen. The moment I opened the rice cooker, my hand froze. There was barely a spoonful of rice left. He had only cooked enough for two.
When I returned to the dining room empty-handed, Miranda tilted her head curiously and asked, "Miss Jennings aren’t you eating?"
I just shook my head without saying anything.