Chapter 391 I'll Eat Whatever You Make
Chloe got home around three in the afternoon. Wade was already at work. She walked into her bedroom, took off her coat, tied up her hair, and sat at her desk in a white, fluffy sweater to read. She did it all in one smooth motion.
"Didn't you notice someone else in the room?" Donovan's voice came from behind her.
Of course, Chloe had seen him. When she walked in, she saw him lying naked against the headboard. 'Doesn't he feel cold?' she wondered.
"Yeah, I saw it," she said, picking up a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and putting them on. Donovan, lying on the bed behind her desk, could see her putting on the glasses but not her face.
"Are you nearsighted?" he asked, trying to get a better look at her.
"Just a bit, about fifty degrees. I didn't really need glasses before, but now I can't always see the blackboard clearly in class," Chloe replied.
"Why didn't you come back at noon? Weren't you supposed to video call Francis?" he asked.
Chloe clenched her fist. "Something came up. Aren't you staying for a while?"
"Do you want me to leave?" Donovan asked.
"Yeah," Chloe said, clenching her fist tighter. "It's complicated."
"What was so important that you missed the call with Francis?" Donovan lit a cigarette.
Chloe didn't want to mention that she had become friends with Donovan's former crush, Cynthia. She didn't want to bring up Cynthia's name at all.
"I went to ask my advisor about homework and forgot everything else," she said, still focused on her book.
"Such a good student," Donovan said sarcastically.
"When do you plan to leave?" Chloe asked.
Donovan glanced at the pillow beside him. "There are five condoms left. I'll leave when they're used up."
Chloe clenched her palm. Based on experience, he could use up five in two days. Usually, she could study all afternoon, but not today. With Donovan there, she couldn't focus.
"I haven't eaten yet," Donovan suddenly said.
Chloe twirled her pen. "I'll check the fridge, but don't expect much. Wade and I usually eat out, so there's not much food at home."
"You cook for me," Donovan said.
Chloe stood up. As she turned around, Donovan saw her with the glasses. They had a hint of pink in the white frame and looked delicate and pretty. Combined with her white sweater, she had an attractive, innocent kind of beauty.
She pushed her glasses up. "I think there's only instant noodles in the fridge. Do you want that?"
"I'll eat whatever you make," Donovan said, his eyes like a wolf's, scrutinizing Chloe.
Every time he saw her, she had something new to offer. Compared to someone like Paisley, she was much better.
Chloe headed to the kitchen.
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