When I reach the staircase, I stride directly to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and I examine the contents of his fridge. There is nothing inside there except mineral water and Rio beer. I'm pretty sure that he had shut down his housekeeper too from entering his penthouse for those five days. There is plenty that he could do, though - like make an eclair. I shake my head on a shudder.
"Feng Teng, I can't believe you have nothing edible here.'\" I say as he approaches behind me and grabs the mineral bottle.
He cradles the bottle in his finger and unscrews the lid with his good hand, tossing it on the breakfast bar, before perching on a barstool and proceeding to drink the water from the bottle.
"I'll go to the groceries mart," I shut the fridge door and make my way to the stairs.
He pulls his finger from his mouth.
"I'll come." He says.
"Sure," I carry on my way.
"I'll come because I want to," he says quietly.
