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~~CECILIA~~

Luckily, Ivan didn't say a word to me as he ate the pasta I made him. I had to applaud his courage and endurance because I took a bite of the mess, and I had to shove the plate aside because the food was the opposite of bad.

I wanted to feel bad for him, as he shoved spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth without even wincing, but I couldn't.

I enjoy knowing that I could make him suffer, even though this was unintentional.

Once he finished the food, he pushed the plate aside and wordlessly left the room while I stifled a laugh.

Yeah, that should serve you right psycho.

Although it was sweet, very sweet that he endured the horror I had presented on a plate, just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings and…

Sweet???

I shook my head with a frown. It's not sweet. There's nothing sweet about the bastard. Nothing at all.

I am not dumb and I'm not a child. I know damn well that this overnight softness has an ulterior motive behind it. And I ain't falling for that.

I made a toast for myse