44-The Wall With Cracks

When Letitia woke up the next morning, there was no one around, and the guy's drunken antics from last night were still fresh in her mind.

Letitia felt a bit of a headache, as if she had gone soft on him.

Perhaps it was that rare feeling of vulnerability that aroused her protective nature, and no matter how much she argued, there was no denying that her heart had felt pain in that moment.

When she opened the door, the hour hand in the living room pointed to eight o'clock and the kitchen smelled like a meal that Samuel had always cooked for her himself whenever he had the time.

It was as if the breakfast he made was essential vitamin C, and if she didn't eat it every once in a while, her body would become ill.

And of course, his cooking skills are getting better.

From the beginning, when he couldn't even cook properly, he now cooks three meals a day.

Letitia sometimes has to admire his perseverance.

She has always been a lazy person, except when it comes to "going against Samue