章 117: Shuffle

"Which is it?" she asked darkly.

He turned to the fireplace again and then to her, his expression looking like it took effort for him to turn to look at her. "You could say we did that often," he said.

Bel shot him a death stare. He did all that just to tell her the same thing. Just because he added more words didn't make it any different. Bel turned away from him. She wasn't doing this. She was curious but not that curious.

Without saying a word, he stood to his feet and walked out of the room. Bel stared at him as he left the room with a dumbfounded look, trying to figure out what had just happened. He shouldn't have helped her if he was going to be irritated about it afterward.

She rolled her eyes and got comfortable on the couch. He didn't even ask her how she would keep herself busy; he just left. She looked to the door, wondering if he would be back soon. He didn't come back.