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Thorne was done with his phone call, and it seemed he decided on interrogating me.

“I forgot something.”

He frowned at his forehead. “What is it?”

I just shrugged him off and continued with my food. He didn’t insist anyway, so it somehow made me feel relieved. He just focused on putting food on my plate. I couldn’t help but appreciate it.

That must be the reason why I couldn’t be mad at him for the way he treated me the past two weeks. I knew, and I felt that he was still mad at me about something and yet, he never failed to take care of me. It...