What's Wrong With Him?

Vale hissed at the pain.

His loosens his hold on her.

What’s wrong with him?

“I’m hungry,” she said.

She's not going to listen to him anymore. It makes her shiver in a bad way.

“Me too,” he said and picked her up bridal style again.

“I can walk.” she pouted.

“And I’m starving.” he pouted back and she rolled her eyes.

It was surprising how the tensions in the room slowly subsided.

They arrive at the kitchen, and he sat her on the barstool. He walks towards the fridge and started making food.

“You cooks?” her eyebrows shot in surprise and awe.

It was the first time she saw him cooking.

“Yeah. How do I live if I can’t cook?” he asked with amusement in his eyes.

“You can eat outside.” she pursed her lips.

“I don’t trust them. They might poison or drug my meals.” he stated.

“Or you could’ve hired a maid.”

“Can’t trust them either.” he shrugged.

“What about me?” she chuckled.

He suddenly turns around, meeting her eyes.