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!”

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,

squeeze his way through the doorframe,

perplexed to see

brought the things you asked

going to come up

and he quickly handed it over to me.

Dominic had called his assistant early in the morning to

lips twitched and curled into a smile. At least

the suit will be deducted from your pay. Also, I want to have my breakfast in half an hour, or

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

seen. I wasn’t sure what Dominic was busy with, but I couldn’t care less about him. I left the house after notifying him that I was going

there wasn’t a single soul nearby. Besides the mansions and the luxury cars speeding along the road, I was the only person

moment, I absolutely despised the rich. What was the point of living in such a high-class area? They were just making life difficult

thought. Normally, people would drive when they go out, so why would they think that it wasn’t convenient? Only a working-class person like me would walk to the place

I finally saw a grocer. I was so happy that I almost ran up to the shopkeeper to give him a

grocer and swept a bunch of food products into my basket as though I were a tornado. Earlier, I noticed that Dominic’s

twenty-five minutes had passed. There were only five minutes left, and there was no way I could get back in time. I

the door open but was immediately met with Dominic wiping his mouth, with an empty plate and a cup

looked up at me and shook his head in disdain. “Are you some kind of refugee? Why do you

of the bags I was holding and rushed toward him, thinking to give him a piece of my mind. Once

his head unwittingly and

would get gastric pain from not eating that I ran back here with those bags full of groceries. But look at

say something but was interrupted when I slammed my fist

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