Rose chose not to focus much on Rowan had said because she felt like the more she thought about it, the more she had a headache and of course, the more her emotions became messed up.
She therefore chose to ignore it as she proceeded to make him one of the healthiest porridge she has ever made anyone.
She carefully danced along the kitchen as she mixed her ingredients together, swaying her hips from left to right since she was listening to music, a habit that she had whenever she was cooking, and of course, she was not aware that someone was carefully watching her moves from the security camera and the man could be said to be more than pleased, his woman dancing freely in his kitchen, making him porridge. What else could he ask for? He felt like God had blessed him enough at this point.
