Chapter 7

Isabelle

“Aha! Here he comes out of his burrow.” I tease him when he leaves his room for the first time since he kicked me out.

Honestly, I’m not even mad at him for doing so. He specifically told me to keep quiet, but I couldn’t handle myself. Everything he did was just so overwhelming.

Did he just kidnap a government official?

And how was there no police on his tail?

I guess you don’t expect real life to look like movies, because in the real life simulation that I just saw, the kidnapped victim seemed cool until they began to threaten to leave him.

There’s something’s missing, isn’t there?

“Good evening to you too.” He pauses and sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?”

“Dinner.” I shrug. “I don’t know how you don’t have a chef or something that does your cooking, but… yeah. I made dinner.”

He gives me a blank look.

“I’m the only one here. Why would I need a cook?”

That makes sense.

I nod and add. “I mean,