The air had become extremely tense, as if it might break at any moment.
"Who allowed you into the kitchen, who allowed you to make me breakfast?" Joshua Hughes' icy tone and grim visage froze Evelyn Yates' smile instantly.
Is he upset?
She had gotten up early to busy herself making breakfast for him, yet he was upset?
"Joshua, I just wanted, I just wanted..." Evelyn Yates was almost out of breath under the weight of his questioning tone.
"Have no thoughts at all. This year, if I want you to offer your body, that's all you do. Do you understand? Don't go doing pointless things," Joshua Hughes said coldly. How naive she was, thinking that doing this would make him see her differently?
"How can you say that? Joshua, I truly love you." All her early morning busywork received no reward, not even a cold rejection; Evelyn Yates' eyes welled up with large teardrops, gazing piteously at Joshua Hughes.
