Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three

Irina's point of view:

I woke up to an empty bed.

I sat up and stretched my body. I got off the bed and arranged it. I saw a note on the overhead. I went closer to it and took it.

"Your food is inside the fridge. I am off to work. R." The note says.

I smiled at his note and went straight to the bathroom to take my bath. After I was done in the bathroom, I dressed up.and went downstairs.

I went straight to the kitchen, to the fridge and took out my food.

I guess the food is not only for me. It was too much, so I put it inside the microwave and warmed it for us.

I served us all and sat on the kitchen chair and I dug in.

Is it a coincidence that he cooked my favorite?

It must be a coincidence because he is angry at me right now.

Ksana entered the kitchen and took her seat.

"Your food." I pointed the plate of her food to her.

"Who cooked this?" She asked with full disgust.

"Roman." I replied to her, not minding her expression.

"He knows I don't like this food. But I will manage it because