"Ugh! this man, seriously, he is amazing even in this regard."
Syna stuffed her mouth with food in clear startled state, when she glanced at Sinclair who was going towards his room.
After they arrived back at Sinclair's manor, his cell phone rung loud and by stitching the gadget to his ear he went out.
Syna was left all alone in the front attic and a sudden rage fumed her ears upon his act, he didn't even bother to utter a word to her during their way back or even entering the house.
"Huh! He is so rude and mean and ...everything bad on a dictionary!"
Syna sighed and stomped the stainless chopsticks on the table intending to make enough voice for him to hear.
As Sinclair arrived back with a serious stone face and looked a little worried. Syna found him zoned out as her banging didn't affect him at all, his mind was already preoccupied when he entered.
Syna saw him sitting in the lounge with elbows on knees and fingers interlaced together, while Syna previously waited for him to bring her something to eat.
Meanwhile her stomach grumbled loudly when she was on waiting mode while sitting in the lounge, she shot up and looked for kitchen to find something to fill her tummy.
Sinclair, totalling ignoring her existence in the house went upstairs to his room, while Syna saw him passing, from her position in the kitchen where she was sitting.
She flipped her hair and thumped her foot again and dashed towards the room which was opposite to his and was allotted to her last night.
"Spacious... Mmm."
It was quite illuminated and well decorated actually modernized - decorative, but still accordingly her taste.
"These rich brats! Playing proud with money like this."
She pouted angrily and went back towards the dressing room that was attached to the bathroom and held her bag, she brought yesterday.
"Looks like I have to tow my luggage alone. Ugh! Syna don't expect anything from that beast."
She dragged her bag out from there into the room in an attempt of emptying it.
Last night she was already in a euphoric state that she completely forgot to open up her things rather spend her night thinking about her 'living' with Sinclair and roaming about her room.
"Ow! my back."
She rolled herself like a baby on the bed and cried with pain, turned upside down and like a she butterfly spread her legs and hands while laying.
[Time Passes]
"Well this should be enough for now. I should take initiative to work out with my plan."
She was looking at herself dressed in green check trousers and plum plain collared shirt.
After all she was at work from that day, on a mission, she kept her long blonde hair in a tight bun and then put on short scarf that covered her hair.
"Ready to cook. Let's go."
She pointed a victory symbol at the reflection and dusted down stairs.
She was happy with her plan and it was such a sweet day until her gaze slid across that creep working while burying his head into the laptop.
"He works like a maniac, these rich, cold people."
She scoffed and lumped her shoulders and walked up to him, Sinclair was already sitting in the lounge.
"Good afternoon, what can I cook for you, Mr President?
As you don't have any helper in the house and want me to cook...so, special demands?"
Syna gritted her teeth and scowled while emphasizing 'Mr President' as she stood close to him. Though she went out to visit Mr Lorenzo without having breakfast and as Sinclair accompanied her empty stomach.
Now she wanted to cook for him as an apology for forcing him to the hospital early in the morning around nine.
Sinclair probably didn't hear her or perhaps was being ignorant to her voice intentionally, which flared up her anger at once.
She stretched her hand and shut his laptop to garner his attention.
"You…."
And there came his threatening voice with a deadly glare, which Syna interrupted at once with a sarcastic smile.
"What can I cook for you, sir?"
Gritting her teeth she emphasized every single word which made him aggressive clearly.
"Whatever you like and from now on don't do this again."
Sinclair informed her curtly with a stone face expression.
"Huh? I'm your girlfriend, remember? You can't order me around in that threatening voice treating me like your staff at home!"
Justify her act which was unreasonable she rushed towards the kitchen to cook something heavy as she only had instant noodles three hours earlier.
"How dare she shut my laptop, the nerve of this woman, talking to me fearlessly as if she doesn't care about anything. She is the same as before, no wonder I fell for her again. Everything about her was bewildering me greatly."
Sinclair was in his own thoughts as he watched Syna walking towards the kitchen which was opposite to the lounge.
He was bewildered once again that even after being reincarnated his woman was still the same, with the same fierce temper and the determination to tame him.
He was about to venge his anger on her when Syna sarcastically smiled. But instead something stopped him…..and perhaps that was her smile, her bright face. To avoid all the ruckus and unnecessary argument Sinclair told her to cook whatever she wants.
And buried his head again into the laptop with a worrisome face and his eyes flashed red for a moment in anger.
"Food is ready. Come here on the table."
Sinclair was mumbling something to himself when Syna's honey voice fell into his ears. Or perhaps since last night his ears became sensitive only to her voice!
But her second sentence caught Sinclair off guard, again Syna ordered him in a bossy tone. Though to her it was normal because she treated everyone around her including other journalists like that.
Although Sinclair was also adopted to her this tone in the past life and expected God to at least pity on him by changing her dominant nature, but it seemed he was going to be whipped again.