=-Amber’s POV=-

“I bought your favorite cake earlier. I know you haven't eaten your favorite cake for a long time now. It’s in the refrigerator if you want it,” he said and for a moment I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes.

“Why are you acting different, Dale?” I asked because he became unbelievably kind to me. He wasn’t like that in the past.

“Don’t you like the cake?”

“Of course, I like it. Thank you,” I replied in a low voice.

“Are you crying?”

“No,” I lied. “Besides, there’s no reason for me to cry.”

“It's good then. Anyway, starting tonight, you should sleep in my bedroom. Next week...