"You don't believe it right?" She focused on him for his answer and all he did was smile in a way she didn't understand. "Donald, tell me, you don't believe it right?" Her eyes traced him as he turned to look at her with that same smile.
"Well, give me reasons why I should believe you," he demanded, getting her to pout her face and frown at him.
With that, Claire jumped down from the counter and left the kitchen only to angrily walk to his room to have her bath, she brushed her teeth as well and searched the bags for a shirt to wear back home.
When she was done, Corey was already serving the dishes on the dining table, expecting her to come to join him but after sitting on a chair, he saw her approach the door and for a while wondered why she left just like that.
He only asked her to give reasons, he knew she couldn't do that even though she had been naughty to him a few times. Then it struck him that he wasn't Donald, to begin with.
Perhaps, Donald had always treated her badly to cause her to love him but expressed it differently. She even agreed to marry him, what was she expecting in the marriage anyway?
Corey decided to eat and chose not to care even though it felt like a big lump was stuck between his chest, he picked up his cutlery to start digging into the food he cooked for the first time. He needed to know the taste, maybe he'd have another type of favourite dish.
But after planting the spoon in his mouth, he heard her come back in.
So this time, Corey didn't just sit down, he went to the living room to see her looking so frustrated. "Where's your car key? I want to go home," she requested.
"Claire, I invite you to join me to eat," he gestured to the dining room but she refused and asked for his key. "I'll drive you home Claire, just..."
"I don't need you, I can go home myself, I don't need a man like you!!" Her exclamation was too expressive so he went closer to her and sighed.
"Why will you send your nudes to those animals or kiss them? I thought about it, Claire," he made eye contact with her and she hurting made him kind of feel different. Why was he so affected?
"I don't want to know," she looked away and began searching his couches for the key and when she didn't find it, she aimed for his room.
"I don't believe it, Claire! I know that I don't remember much about you, I don't even remember anything about you but just the week we get to know that we'd be couples, you made me realize that you prefer reading novels than spend time with a man so stop being so upset and dramatic, come and eat what I cooked," he walked to her presence as she had stopped by the stairs.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her with him to the dining room.
"I'm not being dramatic," she claimed, pushing her hand out of his hold but he was too strong.
"Pfft," he glanced at her only to scoff.
"You could have just told me," she glared at him. "Why don't you remember me?!" She yelled at him only for him to slam her down to a chair and then sat by the end edge.
"Because I had an accident, just look at my hand here, it hasn't healed but I used it to cook," he showed her the hole that was still visible to anyone and it wasn't bandaged.
This cold sensation shudder through her, and it felt as if she was scanned weakness so she took his hand and kissed his palm with closed eyes. "Do you feel better now?" She felt victorious to do that for him but Corey was good at keeping his feelings.
"I only felt pain when your lips touched my palm," he wasn't smiling.
"I'm sorry," and surprisingly, she didn't react the way he expected her to.
"Whatever, just eat your food. You are too thin you know," he finally said what he had always wanted to tell her. Why was her waist so tiny?
"I'm always on diet," she answered. "To maintain a great stature," she explained.
"Why? What's diet?" He asked.
Claire stared at him with disbelief and only shook her head without explaining further. He only knew about a balanced diet, where's the balanced in the diet she was talking about and he thought a balanced diet was to improve good health not to make one as slim as her.
She began to eat and God! It was so good but when she wanted to praise him massively and kiss his hand again for cooking something so delicious, she saw his confident gaze so she forced a smile and continued to stuff her mouth with the food he cooked.
Eventually, after breakfast, he told her to wash the dishes while he went to get dressed for work. Claire wasn't able to tell him that she couldn't wash the dishes because he just stood up from the chair and went straight to his room without letting her say her response.
However, she put the dishes together and carefully carried them to the kitchen sink. Oh, what was she going to do next? She pondered and eventually used water and the sponge she saw.
Corey took his key and went down to see her walking out of the kitchen with the shirt on her so wet. He almost collapsed due to her foolishness. Couldn't she just wash those dishes without wetting her clothes? His expression said how irritated he was that when she looked up she felt displeased with herself.
"Donald, I need to..."
"Just go, please," he cut her off.
Claire wasn't given the chance to admire his elegance in his new outfit because the look he threw her way wasn't a bit friendly.
After waiting for almost ten minutes, he saw her ascend the stairs gently and he doubted that she had any weight because she looked so light!
Corey shook his head and left through the door, she followed him out, giving him the chance to lock his house. With that, they approached his car for departure but something seemed strange, Corey had felt the same way when he was with her yesterday at the mall. Was someone really watching them? Could it be his uncle?