Chapter 150. Hates Cake

Calla froze, confusion and disbelief washing over her as she tried to process what she just heard.

"Wha— Huh?"

"Fucking throw it away," he repeated in a whisper. He got out of bed and walked past her to the window. With a deep groan, he shut the window and drew the curtains, then headed back to bed, not once glancing at her. He pulled the blanket over his body. "And shut the door when you leave."

She scoffed, even more confused that she hadn't heard wrong. Was he asking her to throw away the cake she had spent hours making for him and was excited about? It must be the drink. It has to be the alcohol.

"Is there something wrong with the cake?" She spoke softly, pulling closer to the bed. Maybe he didn't understand what she had said. "Is the strawberry too much? Or maybe you're not a fan of chocolate? Are the blackberries too black?"<