Sam pinched his brows helplessly, squatted down to pick up the pieces on the ground, and then fetched the mop in the bathroom to clean up the mess I made.
I thought Sam would at least change his attitude towards me after this. But he didn't say a word, just focusing on cleaning up the mess on the floor.
I inadvertently noticed a drop of blood dripping on the floor and subconsciously looked at Sam's hand as I moved forward.
Sam stopped me. "Don't come over. These pieces may cut your feet."
He somewhat moved me, but I still didn't let him off. I pursed my lips and said, "Hmph, just drop the act!"
After saying that, I turned and left the living room.
The consequence of destroying the food Sam had prepared was to suffer hunger at night.
I couldn’t cook, and I was living in Sam’s place, so I had to order takeout.
When the takeaway was delivered, Sam was nowhere to be seen, and the lights in the living room were not on.
Holding the takeaway, I was going to go back to the bedroom and eat when Sam suddenly spoke up and scared me.
“My food is much better than the takeout.”
Sam folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the study.