Chapter 17: This Is a Small Gift I'm Giving You

It was late at night, and Edwin was upstairs. Cecily didn't want to go up, so she fell asleep on the couch. However, she couldn't really sleep.

She heard some faint noises coming from the staircase, and she knew it was Edwin, but she didn't bother to look. Edwin stood in front of her, looking down at her. Cecily also looked at him, unable to bear the brightness of his eyes. She stared back at him, and the two of them stared at each other without any emotions.

After what felt like a long time, Edwin finally said, "Make me a sandwich; I'm hungry."

Cecily had never seen anyone shameless like this. He was hungry, with no hint of guilt, as if nothing had happened. His genuine expression made it seem like if Cecily didn't make him a sandwich, she would be in the wrong.

This was the difference between her and Edwin. Their inner worlds were not on the same level. Why could he command her so confidently after hurting her like this? She felt her temper rise and had no mood to cook for him.

Ceci