Kathleen did not want to let John take care of her. She could not calm down as long as he was around.
In the face of Kathleen's rejection, John's handsome brows knit together.
However, not giving up, he carried her in the direction of the bedroom.
He gently placed her on the bed, took off her shoes, and then helped her to take off the coat.
It was as if he would hurt her.
He had personally taken care of every single thing that Kathleen did.
No matter how much he took care of Kathleen, Kathleen's attitude toward him was as cold as ever.
John had not cared as long as he took good care of Kathleen.
In the evening.
John heard the sound of Kathleen's stomach growling. It was only then that he remembered that she had not eaten yet.
He got up and opened the refrigerator. There's nothing in there.
Frowning, he went back to the bedroom. "There's no food in the fridge. I'll be right back."
"Oh..."
