Chapter 4

I hung up the phone, feeling dejected. I had pursued him for seven years.

So I took time off work and came here despite everything, all because of some drunken nonsense?

Well, he was right about one thing - I really didn't need to go over there anymore.

I washed my face to calm myself down, then tied the shirt I was wearing into a big bow at the waist. I put on my jeans and coat, carefully checked myself in the mirror, and found that nothing looked out of place from the outside.

When I came out, the man was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. He glanced at his phone and said casually: "Looks like someone was a bit presumptuous."

I rolled my eyes at him. Eavesdropping is eavesdropping, no need to act all proper. "Sorry, I got the wrong apartment. I'll be going now."

He put down his phone and asked me: "Is my place a hotel? You come and go as you please?"

I snapped back irritably: "What else do you want?"

Should I stay and take responsibility?

From the looks of his place, he seemed quite well-off, and he didn't look like someone who couldn't find a girlfriend. If he didn't mind, I could make do.

Right now, I had everything except a man and money.

As we stood at an impasse in the living room, the doorbell broke the awkward atmosphere.

I opened the door reflexively. A community worker came in and said that due to the pandemic, the entire building was being locked down, and they hoped we would cooperate with the quarantine.

I agreed repeatedly, of course we wouldn't cause trouble for others.

Wait a minute, quarantine... that means I can't leave, and I have to be quarantined here with this man for two weeks?

I suddenly turned back to look at the man behind me, who had an amused expression, and asked stiffly: "So, what was it you wanted again?"

This time, I was genuinely asking, not challenging.

"Can you cook?" he asked.

I nodded: "Yes!"

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I at least had that much sense. Besides, judging by his immaculate hands, he didn't look like someone who could cook. Who knows if what he made would be edible? There were only the two of us here, so who else would cook?