Annette took her phone. She looked up at Connor and said, "Anyway, thank you for bringing me my phone. If there is nothing else, you can go now."
"You're injured. I have to take care of you," Connor said and had no intention of leaving.
"I can take care of myself."
"It is not up to you." Connor pointed at the grocery bag on the ground and asked, "Are you going to cook?"
"So? Can't I cook something for myself?" Annette looked at him with an unhappy face.
"You are moody. Sounds like you want to pick up a fight," Connor said.
"I'm unhappy. So, why can't I be moody?" Annette said.
"You can." Connor looked at her calmly and said, "You can be as willful as you want with me. I won't take it seriously or argue with you."
Annette blushed. How could he say such a thing without blushing?
Annette picked up the grocery bag and walked to the kitchen.
Connor said, "Don't cook too much. I was so angry just now that I was almost full. So, I can't eat much."
