"Tell me if you need help. I can cook a little," Vernon offered.
Chloe feared this might be another trap that would set Vernon off. She was afraid to make a mistake and accidentally offended him.
'Oh, I would rather cook by myself, than get yelled at by Vernon again,' Chloe thought.
"Thank you, but I can cook by myself," Chloe refused politely, and Vernon chuckled.
Vernon finally lifted his head and looked at Chloe, who stood awkwardly. She was quite far from his position, so he picked up his round-rimless prescription glasses from the drawer and took a good look at her.
Once he got a clearer view, he could see Chloe looking away nervously, trying to dodge his gaze. The grin at the edge of his lips turned into a smirk, "Why are you so nervous? I was done playing with you today. Or maybe you want to play again?"
"N—No! I need to cook lunch now!" Chloe dashed straight to the kitchen and started busying herself.
