THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER FORTY
Dayne Jamila's POV
"When was the last time you have eaten?" I asked him.
"Y-yesterday? Lunchtime... Why?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I was preoccupied with a lot of things that is why I ate again now."
Ouch. In some ways, he tends to forget to take care of himself.
There must be someone who constantly looks after him so that it will not happen again in the future. And that should be me, right?
After we finished our meal, Dylan looked for ice cream. Luckily, I haven't consumed all of our stocked ice creams. There is still one gallon remaining.
Dylan immediately sat beside me. He gave me a spoon and he is handling another one.
"Let us eat together.." he seriously said... then scooped some ice cream while looking at me.
Is he really trying that hard to remember me? Remember us? Remember everything?
