Out of her expectation, Alan left Aria on the dining table and wiped the crumbs with a napkin ever so gently. Aria wasn't dumb to think he was going to let her off so easily but heard him seriously say, "Go and change."
She didn't know what he was up to but she got off from the dining table and flew to the bedroom in a single breath. She had washed her face and entered the walk in closet where Alan was standing in poise. She had a strong urge to run away yet she still went inside trying her best to be cautious of the man. She felt like she was in a mystery thriller movie due to the weird silence between them.
Aria's eyes slightly widened looking at the ice cream on the island block in the cloakroom. Alan noticed her line of sight and spoke, "You said you didn't like cookies. So I brought you ice cream."
