Chapter 67

I laid on the bed feeling sore. I should've known better than to trust Oscar's words.

"What time is it?" I picked up my phone from the side and checked only to find out it was already 10pm. "Great!"

I buried my head in my pillow. My back seriously ached.

The door opened and Oscar walked in with a tray of food. He did put having food in bed as one of his options.

"I know this is completely different from eating outside but it was cooked by one of the world's finest and renowned chefs, so you don't have to worry about the quality." He explained and dropped the food on the lamp table.

'Who cares about quality? I'm hungry, I just need food!' I thought

"Oscar, you seem to be misunderstanding the word quick!" I said as I tried to sit up but it was no use. "Do you have any idea how long you went at it?" I asked with a slightly flushed face.

My face was flushed thanks to my rising anger and the little embarrassment I felt while talking about that topic. Either way, he laughed.