Kelly’s POV
Klay has been avoiding me. It has been a week since I was abducted and saved by him and it has also been a week since he talked to me. He wasn’t even looking my way. I suppose it was because I showed him how scared I am around him. He couldn’t blame me but I also couldn’t help but to feel guilty. I was wrong for making him feel that way after he saved me.
With a plan of making it up to him, I went downstairs one afternoon to cook for him. The maid looked shocked after seeing me in the kitchen. She’s been sending me meals, everyday for the past few days, in my bedroom. I have recovered from that nightmare so there’s no reason for me to lock myself in my room anymore.
“I’ll do the cooking today, Ana.”
“But, Miss…”
I smiled and walked towards the counter. “I wanna cook for Klay.”
