Chapter 442 - Food vs Jeremy (1/2)

”You have nothing,” she muttered sulkily as she stared into the refrigerator.

Once they entered his house, he went straight upstairs to change his clothes while she made a beeline to the kitchen. First, she checked all the cabinet in the kitchen, hoping there was one or two junk food lying around. But no. The cabinet was empty except from a few plates, bowls, mugs and glasses. One cabinet was filled with pots and pans. A small drawer was filled with cutleries. There was a small section for condiments but could she eat them? No! She was still hoping and turned to the refrigerator. No food! Nothing. It was so empty, it looked wasteful to even switch it on.

Jeremy who was just walking down the stair after changing into a set of fresh clothes heard her complain. He froze and then gulped. Uh oh...

”You didn't have anything but water,” she complained with a frown. Her eyes were still staring at the empty cold box.

He pulled his shirt nervously. He was screwed. Shouldn't there be something to eat in the cabinet or refrigerator? He could not remember. But... but...

”Sorry?”

She straightened up and closed the refrigerator. She approached him and placed her hands on her h.i.p.s. Although he was slightly taller than her until she had to lift up her head to stare at him, he felt like he was facing a very angry giant. The aura around her was murderous.

”Are we going to have breakfast now?” she demanded.

”Yes, love. We're going now. In fact, I have already booked a table so we don't have to wait long,” he replied quickly. He had booked the table when he was choosing his clothes. He could already guess she could no longer wait for food so it was better to book a table and even their food before they go to the restaurant.

”You better,” she did not care that it meant he would bring her to an expensive restaurant. She was too hungry to care.

He dropped a kiss on top of her head and went to pour himself a glass of water. He was thirsty and despite the glare from her, he actually drank two glasses of water.

”You don't even have coffee,” she muttered as she watched him impatiently.

”We'll do grocery shopping after the moving company,” he said.

”Hmph,” she crossed her arms. She did not agree nor disagree with his plan. She just hmph. She was too hungry to care what they would do later. All she wanted was to eat. Was it too hard to give to her?

He pressed the button of the elevator, wishing for the door to open immediately. When she was hungry, she would get angry faster and he, as her 'loving husband' did not want to make her angry. He just gained her trust and on the risque of losing the tiny amount of it just because he forgot to prepare some snacks at home for her.

She crossed her arms and frowned. Her stomach was growling much louder and she did not like it at all. He promised that she could eat something when she followed him upstairs but it turned out he lied to her. She really hated being lied to.

Sensing the anger started to gather more and more in her, he tried to be as quiet as possible. Let her be. Just let her cool herself. Secretly, he took out his phone and typed something furiously. Then, he kept back the phone into his pocket.

She did not wait for hin once the elevator reached the bas.e.m.e.nt. She stepped forward to the car and tapped her foot impatiently. Her brows were almost touching as she frowned.

He quickly unlocked the door and opened it for her. He even leaned down to help to buckle her seat belt. Then, he rushed to the driver side to get into and started the engine.

”Be patience, love. We will arrive in no time,” he promised as he adjusted the temperature and the music.

”You better be,” she muttered. Her mood went from bad to worst. She was already having headache and her body felt uncomfortable from the gas filling her stomach. She hated being hungry the most.

In order to appease her, he increased the speed and acted like they were in a race. She did not scold him a little bit, not like she used to when Mika started driving restlessly. Her eyes narrowed at the road with her fingers tapping against her arms. Her arms were still crossed against her chest.