Chapter 20: Con Artist

He did follow me after he finished his bath. Now he is wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. He was also wearing thick socks.

The maids are already busy cleaning upstairs. I stood up and pulled the chair where he was going to sit.

"What do you want to eat? Fried chicken? Ham? Do you want ham? I also prepared a beef stew for you. Sip some soup to get rid of your hangover," I told him while I was busy getting the food and put them on his plate.

I endured the heat my hand absorbed from the thin bowl.

"Athara, I'm not a disabled person who can't get food for myself. Just sit down and get food for yourself," Theron told me.

The smile on my lips disappeared because of what he said. I just gently placed his plate with food in front of him. I swallowed and just took my food that was for me.

I started cutting the ham that I put on my plate. My cut got stronger so the sound it made got louder.

"S-Sorry, Theron," I said as he glared at me because of the noise I made cutting the ham.

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