Iris glances outside, "Yeah. He was sick, almost five months," She paused, "I told you before..." She narrowed her eyes at him.
For some unknown reason, she feels Eric looks so weird.
'No... No... Perhaps I was overthinking things,' Iris wondered. She shook her head slowly, putting aside her suspicions.
"I know. Well, I'm just teasing you." He casually said. "But I still feel unhappy because you seem to forget me, Iris."
She chuckled.
"Alright, brother... What do you want me to do now to make you forget that I rarely visit you here?" She playfully asked to make him forget his annoyance.
"Stay here for a week. And, cooked for me—"
"Cough... Cough..." Iris instantly coughs, hearing his absurd question. She didn't mind staying here for a week. But, cooked for him? How could she cook when she can't even fry an egg!?
