"Who allowed you to invite them over for dinner?" Clarisse blinked innocently and asked him softly.
"What's the big deal? We used to eat together, the three of us," she added, her innocence turning more pronounced.
Jonathan was getting furious. "My woman should only serve me. What are you doing serving them?"
Looking even more innocent, Clarisse replied, "I didn't think I was serving them. I'm cooking anyway; I just made enough for the two of them as well..."
Jonathan felt completely unable to communicate with her. He issued a cold command, "From today onwards, they're not allowed here anymore. I don't like strangers coming to my house!"
His domineering manner, so devoid of empathy, even made the usually good-natured Clarisse feel aggrieved. "But Farah is my best friend, she helps me a lot too, and she can't cook. Why can't I invite her over?"
