Chapter 153 - 153 What Should I Do?

When dropping me down from his arm, I turn the music off on a little shudder at first then I stand in front of the fridge scanning the shelves.

"What do you want?" Maybe some eggs, he could probably refill the protein.

"Anything, I don't mind, I'll have what you're having." He comes up from behind and reaches past me to grab a bottle Evian, then dropping his lips to my neck.

"Put that back! You have to drink the warm water," I make a grab for the Evian but he evades me and beats a hasty retreat to the barstool, shoves the bottle under his arm to unscrew the cap before dipping his gulp the water.

He smirks at me as he hold the bottle down and forms an O with his lips as he pulls it out.

"Such a child." I settle on chicken fillets, grabbing them from the fridge.

I've already eaten, but I'm going to have to join him for some more away if it means he will eat except with me.

"I'm a child because of what?" he asks.

"No, you're a child because of the way you evaded me. No one over the age of ten should run because of bottled water like it's coke drink and as I'm being kept in the dark over your age, I assume that you are over ten." I fire a disgusted look at him as I find the tinfoil wrap the chicken up and some vegetables, then put the chicken in an oven dish. For a vegetable, I boil water to cook it and chopping before boil it.

"Hmm, sorry," He thrusts Evian bottle over the island and into my line of vision.

I screw my face up. I detest his childish behaviour.

"Pass," I say, continue chopping the vegetables.

He shrugs and then drinks all the remaining water himself.

After done chopping the vegetables, I get some yam and potatoes from the fridge and load them into the built-in steamer, then fiddle with a few knobs before it kicks into action.

Lifting myself up on to the worktop, I watch him on a small smile.

'Do you want to eat some fruit? Before you do and save some room for the well-balanced meal I'm making for you?" I fight to prevent a grin.

He smirks.

"No, I'm good," he says. 

He starts chewing his bottom lip, watching me carefully, his eyes dancing. I shiver from top to toe. I know that look.

"I like your loose shirt," he says quietly, running his eyes down my front to my bare legs.

It's oversized and it covers my bum. Very s.e.xy and alluring.

"Oh but I like black better on you," he adds.

"You do?" I ask back.

"Yes," he asserts quietly.

Oh, No!

Now he's going to distract me again. I need to get some proper food in him and we need to discuss the fact that tomorrow is Monday and of course, I have to go back home and to work.

After his depositing a stupidly over-the-top advance payment into my company bank account, I'm concerned that he'll maintain his previous unreasonable request to have me working at the bedroom all-day everyday.

"Erm, tomorrow I have to go back work," I say positively.

Also, I'm not even sure why did I choose that tone positive thought.

"Then, what?" He folds his arms over his chest.

I look up at him and bewildered at the spot;

Omona,

What should I do?

What should I say?

Erm... Would it be too much to tell him to be reasonable about my requirement to attend to other clients?

In fact, he has openly admitted he doesn't like sharing me, socially or professionally.

What should do? What should I do? Think...think...think... Bei Wei Wei.

Unconsciously, I drum my fingers on the bench next to me.

"Erm. Erm. Nothing, I was just wondering what you might have planned for tomorrow?" I ask as I change to the other topic.

See a fleeting look of panic sweeps over his stubbled face, and I'm instantly worried that tomorrow is going to be another scared.

"Hmm. No, you?" he asks trying to calm himself down.

I look at him.

"Of course, work," I answer, watching his starts chewing his bottom lip and those bloody cogs start turning again.

Hey, hey, no way, is he's going to convince me not to work. No, No that won't happen.

"I know what you've thought, I've important meetings to attend tomorrow, don't ever do it!"I warn before he has a chance to spit out what he is thinking.

"Can a day?" He pouts at me playfully, but I know he is deadly serious. 

I knew it!

"No, you must have lots to catch up on at your office," I affirm assertively.

He does have a company to run and since he's been drowned for a whole week.  I bet there's must be a lot of his company project and work that being on hold.

'"Yeah, I suppose too. Hmm," he grumbles.

Oh, yes. No more challenging demand. Finally, we really are going to another level of relationship.

YAY!

"Oh, I've remembered that Mi Ke had said there was a nice woman in mid forty here earlier." I completely forgot about that.

"Really?" He looks surprised.

"Yup. He said that she was trying to get up to the penthouse. But because she wouldn't give her name and you didn't even answer your phone when he tried to call you." I wait for his reaction, but he just frowns.

Hmm, so? What kind of meaning that reaction?

Why he only frown when just now he looked a bit shock. Does he already recognize who he knows or he really doesn't know that woman or just pretend?

All curious bursting out in my thought after I saw only his frown reaction to it.

"Oh, I will ask him later. So is my meal ready yet?" He changed the topic after gave a real flat answer.

HELL! I'm dead with curious here.

So he'll have a word with Mi Ke? I really wanted to know who she is now.

Is this a pretending or real?