Not bothered

"Do you feel good running around?" Theodore asked as he entered her apartment, forcefully pushing the door and Irene aside without any regard for her reaction.

Irene, shocked by the sudden intrusion, quickly regained her composure, realising that she had just been pushed and he had barged into her apartment as if it were his own.

She landed on the floor, her buttocks hurting as the pain shot through her entire body.

"I'm calling the police on you!" Irene shouted in a mix of disappointment and anger, her face turning a shade of red that was worth witnessing.

"Go ahead," Theodore replied, crossing his arms and staring at her as she remained on the floor, giving him a death glare.

Irene couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't comprehend how someone could be so fearless and shameless at the same time.

"Can't you just leave me alone? I'm already not in the mood for your nonsense, Cyril. My feet and hands are injured. What is your problem?" Irene sighed, attempting to calm her an