"Stop eating."
Amelia snatched the chopsticks from the man's hand, "If it's bad, just say it. Why did you lie to me?"
He still foolishly slurped down the half-cooked porridge. One more bowl and he'd probably have to go straight to the hospital.
Daniel Cooper laughed, "If you cook for me every day, even if it's terrible, I'll still enjoy it wholeheartedly."
Amelia glared at him, "Stop with the sweet talk."
Although it was nice to hear, she asked, "So what do we do now? Shall I order you some takeout instead?"
Daniel waved his hand, "Never mind. If we keep fussing around, it'll be daylight soon." He paused and suddenly said seriously, "Remember, don't believe or be afraid of anything you heard or saw today. I guarantee he won't bother you again.
I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."
With that, he got up and walked towards the exit.
"..." Is that it?
Amelia hesitated for a few seconds before catching up with him and blocking the door, "Wait a minute."
