NovelEnglishColin liked lighter food. He didn't like greasy food at all. That small plate of pasta he was eating was just the excuse he used to put himself between Winston and me. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have touched it at all.
That said, he only took two bites before he stopped eating. He already had dinner, so he was full. He just wanted to sit between Winston and me. In other words, he didn't want Winston andto hang out alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was surprised that the reliable Colin would pull off something childish like this. But I could understand why he did that. Winston wasn't dumb either. As a man, he knew what Colin was doing to him. And he wasn't too pleased to be on the receiving end.
After all, he did go out to buya sumptuous meal. But now, the mood was ruined because of Colin. I ate a lot of food until I felt bloated. Then, I returned to my easel stand to continue painting.
When I was done, the moon and the stars had already cout to greet me. I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost 10:00 pm, two hours later than when I had planned to leave.
I massaged my stiff neck and looked around. Snarkily, Colin toldthat there was no point looking around as Winston had left. His tone was rude and impatient.
Looking around Crystal House was just a simple habit. After all, I had been painting here with Winston for nearly two weeks now. I wasn't trying to look for Winston or anyone. Why was he so petty? Urgh.
On our way back, Colin continued to sulk, and his grip was a bit tight. I didn't want Colin and I to argue over this trivial matter, so I engaged in casual chit-chat with him. But he wasn't too thrilled to talk with me. He gavea few perfunctory ohs and ahs without contributing meaningfully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI was annoyed. I was trying to make him happy, but it seemed like it was just a one-sided effort. Did he think that I wouldn't get mad at all? He could be jealous, but there was a limit to it. Other than painting together, Winston and I hadn't done anything in private. Did he have to be this petty? Or was petty his middle nnow? Furthermore, I didn't make a fuss when he spent two months in Lagado with Jasmine. He even saw her shoulder and her thighs! But I trusted him. What made him think he could givethe long face just because I went to paint with another guy? I also made an effort to cheer him up and ease the tension between us. But he didn't appreciate it. Fine. I could get mad too. I swatted away his hands and walked faster. I made a beeline for the gate and my apartment building. Then, I climbed the stairs instead of taking the elevator.
Lights shone on my face as soon as I opened the door. Queenie was sitting on the couch with a blanket watching TV. Andrew sat on a stool next to her, a laptop on his lap. He seemed to be focusing on his work.
Once I was back, Andrew put down his laptop and stood up. He asked if I had eaten anything and toldthat they saved sfood for me.
"I'm so pissed that I don't want to eat anymore. And you know what? Being pissed feels gr feels great because now, I can cut down on my food. Hooray." I tossed my phone on the couch grumpily and kicked off my shoes.
I didn't even bother to change into slippers and threw myself onto the couch.
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