I saw red bloodshot in his eyes, and then I brought dinner to the table.
"You have been tired recently, so I made you your favorite food.
"Have a taste of the fried fish and mushroom soup."
Luke hugged me from behind, with his chin resting on the top of my head.
His tired breathing made me feel a little distressed. "Thank you, Olivia.
"After I'm done with this, I will go home early and cook for you."
My hand holding the spoon trembled, and I pushed him onto the seat.
As he ate the food, I felt more and more disappointed in my heart.
Sarah said that Luke hated eating fish and mushrooms since childhood.
My rationality was instantly overwhelmed by Sarah's words, and I snatched Luke's fork away.
He looked at me in surprise.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I learned to cook and bake cakes just because Luke liked it. How ridiculous it was!
Suppressing the urge to cry, I went to the kitchen and brought a plate of spaghetti.
Luke was stunned. "You..."
I tried to control my emotions and smiled, "I think this tastes better."
Before going to bed, I booked a flight.
Subconsciously, I wanted to escape from Luke and everything about him because I found that I seemed to never understand him.