Me: “…
Brother, you really agreed?!
Maxwell looked around my apartment. I poured a glass of water for Maxwell, who thanked me.
“So… have you eaten?” I cleared my throat and asked.
Maxwell shook his head, “No, just had a drink.”
“Then… shall I make you some noodles?” After thinking it over, I decided not to mention ordering takeout.
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“Are you feeling better?” Maxwell frowned.
“Much better, much better.” I grinned awkwardly.
I couldn’t exactly say it was because I thought Maxwell looked exactly like the killer in my dream, could I?
Maxwell smiled slightly, “Then I’ll trouble you.”
Just that smile left me dazed. He really is good–looking, with a nice smile too.
I smiled stupidly while making a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
Maxwell took a bite and let out a light breath, it was hot. For a moment, I felt like a housewife making a late–night snack for her husband who was working overtime.
I wanted to slap myself for these wild thoughts, quickly opening my phone to scroll through some videos.
Maxwell had a good appetite and ate quickly. He was about to walk into the kitchen with the bowl.
“Hey hey hey, I’ll wash it!” I tried to stop Maxwell.
Maxwell raised his hand, avoiding my movement, “You weren’t feeling well earlier, just rest now. Besides, you made the noodles, it’s only fair that I wash the dishes.”
Looking at Maxwell’s back as he walked into the kitchen, I silently cheered in my heart.
Oh my God!!! This definitely can’t be a killer, he even washes dishes!!! He’s a saint!!!
I wanted to kneel down to Maxwell, because washing dishes was what I hated most. This was also why I often ordered takeout.
Maxwell probably wouldn’t have imagined that just washing dishes could earn him so many brownie points.
Maxwell in the kitchen was also lost in thought. The person in the dream looked exactly like me, how could a materialist like Maxwell accept
such a thing?
