CHAP 33

It was already past four in the afternoon when I woke up. I didn't even realize that I fell asleep crying. A small table on the side of the bed caught my eye as I gazed around the room. In addition to a bouquet of flowers, there was a plate of stir-fried noodles on it. I approached the table with nothing on my mind when I noticed a note on the edge of the plate. I took it and read it right away.

To the most gorgeous woman I've ever met,

I'm sorry. Whatever I did wrong, which I don't know, I want to apologize for it. I hope this small gesture will help you feel better.

I stared at his letter for a few seconds. I tried to remember the reason for my anger earlier, but I don't seem to know where to look for it now. I was confused by what I did. No matter what I do, I can't understand why I feel bad for a simple noodle.

"His madness is infecting me," I blurted out, massaging my senses.

I put the note back on the table and then focused my eyes on the food. I automatically felt hungry, so I