Mia returned to her room after washing the plates he'd used to eat, when she entered she found him trying to stand up from the bed but he kept falling back onto the bed. He grimaced slightly and cursed as if falling back had not just hurt his wound but his ego, and without looking at her, he growled, "Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or come over here and give me a hand?"
Mia pursed her lips at his annoyed tone. It wasn't her fault that he couldn't stand on his own, and it seemed like he was forgetting that this was her room and not his office where he could command and speak to her the way he wanted. She had been happy earlier when he complimented her cooking with his lazy expression which she had found adorable awhile ago, but now his expression looked so annoyed and dark like the world was owing him a huge sum of money.
