But by that time, he had learned how to cook noodles. Who did he learn it for and who did he want to cook for?
Well, the answer was obvious actually, so I commented in a casual tone, "You used to be very resistant to cooking."
My hands unconsciously clenched the fork until my fingers turned white.
"People change. It would be so boring if they remained the same all the time."
My heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a huge hand, so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
Yup, he was right. It was definitely going to be boring.
People tend to get tired of the old and love the new.
I murmured softly, "It's quite boring."
I gently put down my fork, clenched my fists, and when I spoke again, I heard my voice was a little hoarse, "Ruben, we are leaving."
"Chelsea?"
She interrupted me calmly, looking me straight in the face with a smile on her face, "You will always be Mrs. Kaiser, and that will never change."
I looked at Ruben steadily. His expression was gentle, but his eyes were like the bottomless ocean.
He opened his lips, but his voice was low and strong when he spoke, "Don't lose your temper. I was wrong about this matter. I will handle it. It is not wise to act on impulse."
The threat and confidence in his words were obvious.
I raised my eyes and met Ruben's gaze.
In the midst of the calm, I seemed to have a glimpse of his hidden emotions.
Sarcastic. Merciful. High and mighty.
My acquaintance with Ruben was as melodramatic as a common plot in romance novels.
The ‘female protagonist’ was burdened by her family and was about to fall, so the ‘male protagonist’ suddenly appeared to save the ‘female protagonist’ who was about to fall into the quagmire.
When I was in middle school, my father cheated on me with his female boss who was eight years older than him, and he wanted to divorce my mother.
My mother could not accept it and had a mental breakdown.
She tried every method she could think of, including hunger strike and suicide, but I still could not make my father change his mind.
After more than three years of arguing, my mother finally agreed to divorce, but on the condition that she would have custody of me.
My father fought for it, but finally agreed.
At that time, I thought my mother was so persistent because she loved me.
But later I found out that I was just a tool for her to continue to harass my father.
She always asked me to find a way to trick my dad into coming home.
At first, my father was worried about me, so he would come back when she called.
But after so many times, my father stopped being fooled.
My mother thought I was useless and could not make my father come, so she punished me by not letting me eat.
Therefore, during the three years of high school, while other people's minds are full of numerical functions, English words, and chemical formulas, my mind was full of thoughts about food.
As expected, I failed the college entrance examination.
Later, it was my father who paid to send me to an international school.
I thought I could get away from my mother's control by going to college, but fate was cruel.
My mother's desire to control me became stronger.
Other students’ living expenses were given on a monthly basis, but mine was given on a weekly basis.
She did not allow me to be less than three meters away from the opposite sex.
Otherwise, she would deduct my living expenses for the next week and I would have nothing to eat.
So, I became a person in a real-life shell.
Just because I accidentally took a picture of the boy sitting next to me when I was video chatting with her in the cafeteria.
My mother therefore concluded that I was fooling around at school, and no matter how I explained, she would not listen.
My living expenses for one week were directly deducted.
It never rained but it poured,
It was the first night when I had no living expenses and was hungry.
Not long after I laid down, I suddenly felt a pain in my lower abdomen. Before I could react, a hot blood gushed out.
