"You scared me to death. Didn't you know that people would really be scared to death?"
Jane was a little angry. In the middle of the night, he suddenly stood behind her. Also, when did he stand behind her? Was there no sound when he was walking?
Jeffery flipped on the light and glanced at her coldly. He had already guessed that she would come down to eat at midnight.
Jane looked at him and stood there awkwardly. She didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She never thought she would meet him at this time.
"Why are you here?"
She felt a little uneasy in front of him. She softly asked, but after her voice fell, he asked her. "Why can't I be here while you can?"
Jane, sensing the tone of his voice, wisely shut up, not to mess up with him at the point.
She didn't say a word. Jeffery just looked at her without saying a word. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people feel difficult to breathe.
She couldn't stand such an atmosphere and pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly. "Well, if you have something to do, go ahead. I'm going upstairs."
After that, she tried to walk past him and escape. However, Jeffery suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Jane subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but just found that he held it so tightly that she could not pull it back.
"Mr. Jones, is there anything else?" She said weakly, not daring to look into his eyes.
Jeffery's eyes darkened.
He should have corrected her several times about how to address him, and she also changed. But he didn't know when, she changed it back to the strange 'Mr. Jones'.
He looked at her and frowned slightly. He wanted to say something, but when he caught sight of the bread in her hands, his heart softened. "Hungry?"
Jane lowered her head and said nothing.
Wasn't she just hungry? But eating food at midnight sneakingly and being caught... was too embarrassing.
Jeffery saw her ostrich-like attitude and could not help but snort. "I remember someone ran upstairs in order to avoid me and only ate a few mouthfuls of dinner. You know that you're hungry now?"
Jane bit her lip as if she was whining. She turned her face away and said. "I didn't hide from you."
The words were so guilty that she could not believe them herself.
Of course, Mr. Jones saw through this, and he sneered. "Since you are not, why don't you dare to look at me? Are you guilty?"
"No." She denied in an awkward tone.
"Heh!" Naturally, he wouldn't believe her nonsense. Just as the two were in a deadlock, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
Jeffery raised his eyebrows and looked at her belly.
At this time, Jane wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. She had lost face, and it was in front of him.
Her stomach made a sound right at this point.
Jeffery looked at her flushed face. Although he was angry, he could not bear to look at her hungry face.
"Wait." After that, he directly released her hand and stepped into the kitchen.
Jane looked at his back with a confused look, "What does he mean by that?"
She saw Jeffery boiling water for making her noodles.
She looked at his movement in disbelief until the scent floated in the air. And then Jane came to herself.
Seeing that the meat was almost cooked, Jeffery made an egg and added a few drops of sesame oil. He turned to look at her and said. "Why are you still standing there? Sit down. You can eat now."
He put the noodles on the table and pushed it to her.
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