Crawling Back To Her Series Redemption and Refuse novel Chapter 108

Book9 Chapter4.

When I got home, surprisingly, Ethan had made dinner, four dishes, and a soup, looking like he had put some effort into it.

He looked at me eagerly, "About what happened at noon, I didn't take good care of you. Let me make it up to you tonight. I made your favorite dishes."

Looking at the spicy dishes, I didn't hesitate to refuse, "I've already eaten."

The smile on his face froze, "Can you at least try it?"

"No," I watched Ethan's voice drop, and then continued, "I prefer lighter food. It's Vanessa who likes spicy food."

He said with a tone of compromise, "Then tell me what you like, and I'll make it for you. I've been really uneasy these past few days without hearing from you. I know I might have ignored you too much in the past. No woman could tolerate her boyfriend crossing the line with someone else. It won't happen again."

"You don't have to explain these things to me, Ethan. I understand. You and Vanessa have always been innocent," I said, cutting him off.

He couldn't hide his dissatisfaction and tried to explain, "I didn't know she was going to post that on social media. It's my fault for not handling it well."

"Sure, it's fine. I don't need you to explain these things to me. I'm really tired recently and just want to rest."

I didn't want to keep arguing with him, so I went into my room.

Soon after, I heard him in the kitchen, probably throwing the food away.

That's fine, too.

How many times had I thrown away food I made while waiting for him? How did it become such a grievance when it was his turn?

I was suddenly surprised by my impatience with him. Turns out, no matter how hard you try, some things just don't work out.

I no longer had time to care about Ethan's feelings; I had more important things to do.

Given Ethan's pride, I thought he wouldn't bother with me again.

But after a while, I heard a knock on the door.

"May I come in, Claire?" Rarely, Ethan spoke to me with politeness. He had always done whatever he wanted, never considering that I might be inconvenienced.

"The door's not locked," I murmured.

He came in with a bowl of strawberries:

"You need to eat more fruit to help your recovery. Are you studying?

Don't stay up too late; it's not good for your health."

He rambled on, making me feel like I had seen this scene before.

In the past, I used to talk to him like this, but back then, he just found me annoying. He even smashed a bowl because I said too much.

Looking at the strawberries, I smiled slightly, "Ethan, it's Vanessa who likes strawberries."

You see, he couldn't even be thoughtful when he was trying to care for me.

His face turned pale when I said that, and he quickly took the strawberries away: