WHY ARE YOU GLARING AT ME?

Angelina prepared dinner as she waited for Conner's return from work.
Few hours ago, she has recently tidy up the rooms in the mansion and it wasn’t quite easy for her, due to her condition.
She couldn’t stop thinking about what Mariah wanted to tell her about her father.
“Could it be his sick?”, She asked herself out of curiosity.
She couldn’t leave the house just yet, because of Conner's rules and now she has to ask for his permission before she leaves the house either today or tomorrow, if only he would approve of it.
An idea immediately sprang into her mind while arranging the plates on the table for dinner.
She scoffs devilishly glaring at the plate which she had placed on the table.
“Mr. Conner right”, She emphasis in her mind as she couldn’t stop smiling.
Few minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching the stairs and she knew it was Conner so she rushed out of the dinner table and scurried to the sitting room where she spotted him climbing the stairs.
“Mr. Conner, I mean Conner”. Angelina called and it made him paused as he turned to glance at her in respond. “Dinner is served, I…i…made dinner in case you are hungry”, She said and chuckled at the last statement.
Conner glance at her in amazement, could this ever be it’s true or is he imagining something. Of course, he has rules for her living in this mansion but he could never imagine Angelina preparing dinner for him after all he has done to her.
So it wouldn’t be that had winning her heart, he had assured himself as he still continued gawking at her as of he has since a ghost and suddenly went cold.
“Conner I…I said I made dinner”
Angelina said, as she noticed the way he has been staring at her for a minutes now.
Conner half a smile, he didn’t have the appetite to eat now but hearing her offer him, he wouldn’t think of missing the opportunity.
He stare at his shirt on her body and noticed she wasn’t putting on any lingerie inside.
Her round breast with her pointed nipples were revealing through the shirt and it was a sudden turn on to him.
He quickly snapped out of his thought because if he had continued to strip her clothe off using his eyes, he bet she won’t recover for a month.
“I couldn’t find any clothe in the wardrobe to wear, that’s why I wore this”. Angelina said as she noticed him scanning her with his eyes.
Conner smirk, ”I cleared the wardrobe this morning on purpose, because I want you to put that on”. He said, raising one brow up in a flirty way.
“I will show you today, fool”, Angelina said angrily, under her breath.
“Why are you glaring at me?”
Conner suddenly spoke which surprised Angelina.
“Was I glaring at him?”, Angelina asked herself as she didn’t noticed.
She looked away and fix her gaze on the ground as he descend towards her.
She gulped in, knowing what’s coming to her as soon as he approached her.
“Let's go have dinner, shall we?”
Conner said and stroll pass her, heading towards the dinner room.
Angelina was amazed by his act that she began to wonder why he didn’t touch her despite the way she was glaring at him.
She scurried to the dinner table but paused and saunter to the chair opposite Conner.
She pulled the chair out and took her seat as she watch Conner unloosen the two bottoms against his chest and sat up after dropping his two hands on the table, in between the plate that was placed on top of it.
The room was quiet and since he wasn’t making an attempt to utter a word she took it as a opportunity to speak.
“Conner I…”