Chapter 37. Jealous of the Successful Man

Ellie's POV

He smirks, looking so far away for a moment, but returning his gaze to me in a minute with a confusing smirk. "Okay. I will tell you what I want after I pass your test."

I nod my head slightly and resume nibbling my pizza, avoiding looking at him because he is being confusingly weird again. Whatever he wants after seven days, except what I think he is thinking, I will give him. Or maybe I am mistaken.

We eat the pizza in silence until we are both full. Despite my enjoyment of the meal, a pang of pity strikes me as I observe him. Is this the kind of food he survives on? Junk? Pizza, chicken, chips, and, of course, alcohol? I take a short cruise around his body, looking for any deformities. But then, as I glance at him, any concern about his diet fades away.

He looks so strong, and robust, as if he is built of steel. His physique is nothing short of impressive, with muscles that ripple beneath his skin with every movement. It is cle