" I'll do it." Carl slightly nudged her aside and put on an apron then started arranging the ingredients.
Clara watched him with wide eyes and wondered if he knew how to cook. ' oh no, what has gotten into him.' She broke out of her thoughts and quickly went to his side. " Please let me, you must be tired from work, let me cook, I'll be done in a jiffy, " she said while trying to snatch the pan from his hand.
Carl held the pan with his other hand and glared at her. " Go back to the living room, " he commanded and returned to what he was doing. No, he won't let her poison him like last time. His eyes darkened when he remembered how she had abandoned him to suffer from a stomach ache that day.
' Hmph, I'm just trying to be considerate.' She glared at his back and turned back toward the living room. If he didn't want her to touch his things, he could at least say it politely, not chasing her out.
She sat down on the couch and gazed around boringly then took out her phone and started texting Maya. ' Oh, she's online.' her eyes lit up as she saw the reply that instantly popped on her screen.
'Hehe,' she dialed the call button and Maya instantly picked up.
" Hey Clara, I can't believe he asked you to work on weekends," Maya said agitatedly after reading her friend's message.
" Hmmm, I also didn't expect that. he's obviously trying to torture me." Clara whined and glanced in the direction of the kitchen.
" hehe, my dear friend, aren't you happy to be close to him now." Maya chuckled from the other end.
" At first I was, but now__ Maya I don't think I can control myself anymore," She whispered then glanced in the kitchen's direction again.
" haha, as I told you before, this is your chance to__"
" Maya! I'll lose my job if I try to seduce him and besides, I can't do that. Argh, this is killing me."
" Then, make him fall for you, " Maya said firmly from the other end.
" I don't think that will work. It would be the same thing as seducing him. what if I lose my job in the end, " she whispered again with her gaze not leaving the kitchen's direction.
" Urgh, you're totally hopeless Clara, seducing someone is different from making them fall in love with you. Argh, Wait I'll text you everything tomorrow bye__" Maya sighed exasperatedly from the other end and cut off the call. She Wondered how dumb her friend could be, an opportunity was presented for her and__'Argh, that Clara'.
Clara confusedly stared at the phone which was suddenly cut off and wondered what her friend wanted to text her which she couldn't say on the phone ' what is she up to?'. She stood up then stepped toward the other couch and stared at his laptop's screen which was not switched off.
" Huh? What are these?" She strangely stared at the bunch of statistics on the screen with a frown then went back to the couch.
After a while, she saw Carl coming out of the kitchen and wondered if he needed her help in the kitchen. She quickly stood up and went toward him. " Do you need any help? You should have just let me cook. . . don't worry, I'll cook delicious pasta for you, just like last time, " she sweetly said while remembering how he had eaten all of the pasta she had made.
Carl looked down at her and his expression darkened at the mention of the pasta. " Sit down, " he commanded while pointing toward the dining table then went back to the kitchen.
" Huh? did I say something wrong?" She stared at his back then sighed, already used to his mood swings.
Carl returned while holding two plates of food then placed one in front of her, he sat down and a small smile appeared on his face as he watched her expression brightening while eating the food.
" Mmmm" Clara moaned subconsciously as she ate the delicious food. ' Wow, what else does he not know how to do.' she wondered but paused and chuckled ' hehe, I almost forgot he liked treating women badly.'
Carl smiled slightly and started eating his food totally oblivious to what was going on in her head. His ears suddenly perked up as she said.
" I bet my pasta was as good as this, Hmmm, poor pasta, I didn't even get to take a bite," she muttered while eating the food and his expression darkened.
" Clara! eat, " he commanded coldly and frowned at the girl who was playing with her food.
' Argh, can't I speak anymore?' she groaned inside and slowly lowered her head then continued eating, quietly.
After they finished eating, Carl picked up the plates and she quickly stood up to help him. " let me wash them."
Carl frowned and looked down at her right wrist, he remembered she had been rubbing it a while ago and wondered if she was in pain. " leave it, " he said then shoved the plate away and attempted to grab her plates too, at the same time, Clara was also trying to grab it when it suddenly dropped down to the floor.
" Clara!" He stared at her exasperatedly and looked down at the broken plate on the floor.
Clara's eyes widened while staring at the broken glass ' Oh no, I'm in trouble.' She looked up at him then lowered her head again. " I'm so sorry... L..let me. . .," she stammered and squatted down quickly while trying to gather the glasses.
" Stop!" He watched as she used her delicate hands to grab the plates aimlessly then his eyes suddenly widened.
Clara flinched at his outburst and her hand grazed the broken glass which made her wince in pain.
He stared at the blood oozing out of her finger and his heart sank, then crouched down quickly and held her up. " I told you to stop, why don't you listen for once, " he scolded and held her up then pulled her to the living room.