Dylan felt increasingly irritated at her disheveled appearance.

“What’s the meaning of this? Where is the dress for you?”

“Forget about it. It’s already in the trash bin by now,” she taunted, lazily sitting at the corner of the dining table, grabbing a piece of food with her hand.

The scene was particularly jarring. She was doing it on purpose, simply contradicting him.

“Eliana, what are you doing?”

“Nothing. Am I eating? Is there a problem?”

“Eliana, are you intentionally contradicting me? I told you what to wear and you should wear it,” Dylan shouted angrily.

“Hush… Dylan, you got it wrong. I’m just cooperating with you. In fact, you...