When he was growing up, Toby received a strict education. He had to follow a set of rules in every part of his life, and eating was no exception. He had three meals with a certain amount of food a day at a scheduled hour—no more, no less.
As a result, he would always stop eating when he was 80 percent full. He never ate until he was entirely satisfied, so feeling bloated after cleaning his plate was a first for him.
When he was about 80 percent full, his rationality told him to put down his cutlery and stop eating. However, when he saw how much Sonia enjoyed her food, he didn't feel like stopping either, so he went on and finished the meal with her.
It was undeniable that when he had company who enjoyed eating so much, he could disregard all the past rules while having a hearty meal.
Rubbing his tummy, Toby stood up and offered, saying, "Go ahead and rest. I'll clean this up."
"It's fine." Sonia pressed his hands down and counter-offered by stating, "Let me. I'll take care of the dishes since you did the cooking. I can't let you do everything, so just sit back and relax. By the way, you don't look so good either."
With that, she stacked the plates and cutleries before carrying them to the kitchen.
To Sonia, a relationship should be mutual, and so was the same for cohabiting. A relationship between two individuals was about give-and-take, so having only one party blindly giving or receiving didn't feel right. Regardless of how great the relationship was, it would gradually wear away as time passed.
Therefore, it was critical that both parties put equal effort into maintaining the relationship, just as it was with co-living. It was only then that both could go strong for a long time.
Watching Sonia carrying the plates into the kitchen, Toby heaved a sigh before taking a seat.
Well, that came as a surprise. I didn't expect her to be able to tell that I wasn't feeling okay.
It was proven from that alone that she still cared for him. With that thought in mind, Toby lowered his head and chuckled lightly.
After a few minutes, Sonia, who had just cleared the table, came out with a first aid kit in her hand.
Toby was suddenly anxious when he saw the first aid kit. Straightening his back, he quickly inquired, "What happened? Where did you hurt yourself?"
Seeing his concerned look, Sonia couldn't help but feel warmth pooling in her heart. Shaking her head, she smiled. "Not me. You."
"Me?" Toby questioned with his brows raised.
Sonia returned to her seat and sat down before opening the first aid kit, saying, "Aren't you feeling bloated from overeating? Let me look for the antacid."
After saying that, she picked one of the medicine bottles and read the instructions. Unscrewing the lid, she poured three tablets into her hand and gave them to Toby. "Here. These are antacid medicines. Take it."
Looking at the tablets in her hand, he didn't reach over to take them.
Instead, he grabbed her wrist and poured the tablets into his mouth. That wasn't all. Once all the tablets were poured into his mouth, he licked her palm deliberately.
Tickled by his licks, Sonia glared at him petulantly. "What are you doing?"
Toby chuckled in response. "Oops. Sorry."
The corners of Sonia's lips twitched. "The look on your face tells me otherwise."
Rolling her eyes at him, Sonia pulled her hand back and poured a glass of water for him. "Drink some water."
Toby hummed and didn't try anything else on her. This time, he took the glass and drank a sip of water to melt the bitter tablets in his mouth before swallowing them.
Sonia shut the lid of the first aid kit while uttering, "You shouldn't have eaten so much. Don't force yourself to eat so much anymore, alright? It's not worth it if you get an upset stomach."
"How do you know I can't eat much?" Toby inquired while holding the glass and staring at her.
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