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!”

thought that he must be ordering me around on

sideways to squeeze his way through the doorframe, keeping as much distance between

to see him

Hartnell, I’ve brought the things you asked

she’s going to

handed it over to me. I opened

called his assistant early in the morning to prepare this

into a smile. At least he’s got some

from your pay. Also, I want to have my breakfast in half an hour, or you’ll

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

busy with, but I couldn’t care less about him. I left the

single soul nearby. Besides the mansions and the luxury cars speeding along

that moment, I absolutely despised the rich. What was the point of living in such a high-class area? They were just making life difficult for themselves since there wasn’t even

right after I gave it another thought. Normally, people would drive when they go out, so why would they

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

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

five minutes left, and there was no way I could get back in time. I

panting by the time I pushed the door open but

some kind of refugee? Why do

and rushed toward him, thinking to give him a piece of my mind. Once I reached where he was,

and stared at

you’re my creditor? So what if you’re crippled? I was so worried that you would get gastric pain from not eating that I ran back here with those bags full

but was interrupted when

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