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 purpose.

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

was perplexed to see him

the things you

going to come

handed it over to me. I opened the bag to look

called his assistant early in the morning to prepare this

and curled into a

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

I ran to the room on

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

a single soul nearby. Besides the mansions and the luxury cars speeding along the road, I was the only

such a high-class area? They were just making life difficult for themselves since there wasn’t

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

so I started to run. Ten minutes later, I finally saw a grocer. I was

I were a tornado. Earlier, I noticed that Dominic’s kitchen was there just as an extra space because I could see that

and there was no way I could get back in time. I wasn’t afraid of his harsh words but was worried that

I was panting by the time I pushed the door open but was immediately met with Dominic wiping his mouth, with an empty plate and a cup of milk on the coffee table

in disdain. “Are you some kind of refugee? Why do you look like

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

shrunk his head unwittingly and stared at me in

you would get gastric pain from not eating that I ran back

about to say something but was interrupted when I slammed my fist on

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