to hold a large quantity of fruits that Lucy had stuffed i

eluctantly handing

waiting for

tside. Ayden returned with snowflakes on hi

my temper, the thought of liv

d a smile and said, "Ayden, why don't you listen

ith an intense gaze, unmoving, and

my spine, wondering what

ong? Did I say

e guest room, pulled out his suitcase from the w

e now? You can't! Lucy treats you like her own son. If she

o Lucy so she w

t here and chasing me down made me shiver.

Adam's apple moved up and down, an

my bedroom door, the aroma of

in the kitchen making pancakes, t

odded, and continue

om, Ayden had already eaten and was washing the dishes. On the

s empty. Ayden had already left for work. As I passed the

pped temp

ouldn't eat it! Resisting the urge, I

ght. I opened the door to find the living room bright

room. I felt particularly exhausted today, with a slight pain in my

se pain, as if a knife was twisting and turning insid

itted my teeth to endure the waves of pain, soon becomin

eerily quiet,

he cabinet in the living room, but the pain lef

ne in the living room, but the pain blurred my con

oor jolted me from my hazy state. Frowning

nocking was just my imagination. I buried m

peaking as he approached the bed and pulled back my quilt. T

was curled up like a shrimp. Suddenly exposed to the col