Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 27

 

Chapter 27 Screwed Up

“Hey, there isn’t anything in the fridge, so what am I supposed to do?” I turned towards the living room and yelled.

Without even looking up from the screen, his slender fingers never stopped typing as if they were dancing across the keyboard. However, the words that left his lips the next second were unpleasant.

“Are you the caregiver, or am I the caregiver? All I care about is the food. You should take care of the rest.”

I…

Hearing that, I admitted defeated and decided to leave to get groceries at the supermarket nearby. But I looked down and noticed that I was still wearing the dress from yesterday. I would just be digging my own grave if I went out like this.

 

“Um… Can we skip breakfast today? I want to go home and change.”

As soon as I said that, he slammed his laptop shut and looked up at me, his eyes full of contempt.

 

“What? Should I let you go home and put on makeup too? Let me tell you, I have to have breakfast or I’ll be having gastric pain. If that happens, you’ll be having an even harder time returning your debt.”

I ignored his sarcastic words as all I could focus on were the words “gastric pain” he mentioned. Why would he have gastric pain? For all the yearly checkups we had previously, I recalled that he was always healthier than me.

My mind then wandered back to the fridge; there was nothing except bottles of beer in it. Well, how did you not die from gastric pain then?

Right then, a loud knocking came from the door, and I glanced at Dominic in confusion. Who could it be so early in the morning? It… It can’t be Camille, right?

“What are you standing around for? Go open the door!”

him upon hearing that. If it weren’t for his legs, I would have thought that he must be ordering me around on purpose. Huffing in frustration, I opened the door and saw that

to squeeze his way through the doorframe, keeping as much

was perplexed to see him do

Hartnell, I’ve brought the things you asked

Or else she’s going to come up with another excuse

Calvin’s hand, and he quickly handed it over to me. I opened the

his assistant early in

and curled into a smile. At least he’s got

to buy the suit will be deducted from your pay. Also, I want

and I couldn’t even fight back. Annoyed, I ran to the room on the second floor to

time I was finally downstairs, Calvin was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t sure what Dominic was busy with, but I couldn’t care less about him. I left the house

got out did I realize that there wasn’t a single soul nearby. Besides the mansions and the luxury cars speeding along

in such a high-class area? They were just making life difficult for themselves since

it another thought. Normally, people would drive when they go out, so why would they think that it wasn’t convenient? Only a working-class

me, so I started to run. Ten minutes later, I finally saw a grocer. I was so happy that I almost ran up to the shopkeeper

food products into my basket as though I were a tornado. Earlier, I noticed that Dominic’s kitchen was there just as an

only five minutes left, and there was no way I could get

pushed the door open but was immediately met with

me and shook his head in disdain. “Are you some kind of refugee? Why do you look like

the bags I was holding and rushed toward him, thinking to give him

shrunk his head unwittingly and stared at me in

that you would get gastric pain from not eating that I ran back here with those bags full of groceries. But look at you. You’re here enjoying your breakfast and milk. This is just

was interrupted when I slammed my fist on the

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