Chapter 20

They arrived at the mansion at night, and Kimimela quickly got down. The ride so far had been quiet and awkward. Miran had focused on driving. His expressions were written over him. The way he breathed, eyes, and flaring nose moved each time his breath increased.

She stood by the car door, and when he got down, he walked to her holding her bag and the shopping bag. He took her hands and followed her inside.

"You should take a shower," he said. Kim stared with guilt written over her. He wasn't yelling and saying anything related. It made her heart pound even harder.

"Miran?" she caught his wrist, and he turned to her.

"Let's talk after you shower," he said lightly.

A few minutes later, Kim walked out of the bedroom. The scent of the house had changed. He sure was cooking something. She slowed her steps as she approached the living room and the kitchen. She stood by the door, watching him prepare something for her.<