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"Done," Irene muttered, pouring out her thoughts and hastily serving the spaghetti. It was no easy task, but she managed to complete it.

She could sense he was deliberately trying to provoke her, and at this point, she realised that the more she reacted to his words, the more he would continue with his antagonistic attitude. So, why not simply do things that wouldn't offend him and give him the opportunity to get under her skin?

"Fine, then bring the food. I'll be waiting outside," Theodore replied as he exited the kitchen and headed towards the living room, anticipating his meal.

Irene couldn't believe her ears. Wasn't he here all this time?

Why couldn't he just take his own food instead of ordering her around like this? He knew how to play these mind games, which were clearly unnecessary.

If he couldn't even take care of his own food, what more could he possibly do in his life other than using her husband's name to intimidate her?

She didn't even want to acknowledge Theodore as