Taking care of it

"What?" Noah heedlessly asked.

"Sorry for troubling you Master. I just wanted to know what Madame would like to have for breakfast."

"Kiara?" He called.

"Hmm?"

"What would you like to eat for breakfast?"

"..."

When for straight twenty seconds Kiara didn’t reply, Noah turned and called her again. "Kiara?"

“Huh?” Kiara was still looking down at her cell phone when Noah called. She confusedly looked up. “What?”

“What do you wanna have for breakfast?” He repeated his question.

Kiara absentmindedly looked up. Her eyes were still asking her questions, but her heart gave away her answer. "Can I have poison?"

Noah narrowed his eyes. He stared at Kiara that way for a little while. Placing her thumb and index finger over her eyes, he closed them.

“Master?” Butler spoke.

Looking back to the butler Noah ordered western cuisine for both of them before shutting the door.

Coming back to Kiara’s side, Noah took his seat beside her. "What happened?"

"Nothing much. I just suddenly had the desire to