8 - THE ONE WITH OREO'S LOOKALIKE 1.3
8 – THE ONE WITH OREO’S LOOKALIKE 1.3
Does she want to apologize to me but can't? Or does she want to tell me you're fired but can't because she's distracted by my beauty?
What is that, Sky! Stop it!
I sat down and took a deep breath. We need to talk, no matter what she wants to say. We can't wait for someone to speak because it's a waste of time. They're already waiting for me at our house and the shrimp is getting cold!
I mustered up the courage and faced her again. I wanted to turn her face towards me because she was just staring at the tray, but of course I didn't. Later, she suddenly grabbed my neck again.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally dared to speak.
speak. Like her, I also have a poker face. I don't want her to feel that I'm okay now. I want her to feel that she still has something wrong with me.
"Young lady, what is the reason why you called me, please tell me. It's Friday. I need to go home. I'm waiting for you at home. Now, if you don't have anything else to say, maybe I can go first?" I asked her in a polite yet slightly cold tone of voice.
As an answer to what I said, she just sighed deeply. Wow! What kind of real trip is this?!
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to compose myself. I also wanted to tell her a little bit directly. I wanted to tell her that she was wasting my time. But, maybe if I told her frankly, I would get carried away and then suddenly let out a bad feeling.
"Young lady, please. Tell me what---"
"Feed me." She quickly answered, interrupting what I was saying.
It's like my brain suddenly doesn't want to function. Wait...what did she say?
"W-what?"
"I said, feed.me," she repeated emphatically.
I felt my blood rushing all over my face. No matter how cold the aircon breeze was that covered the entire room, it couldn't help me from the heat on my face and ears. I quickly turned my face away from her and looked in the other direction because I felt it was red.
I wanted to ask so many questions, but my jaw felt like it was frozen and I couldn't open my mouth because my heart was beating so fast.
How could she! What kind of feed me is she talking about? Did she really order me to cook so I could feed her? Why does she want me to feed her? What kind of tritrip is this?
Who can answer my questions about what's going on in this person's mind?!!
"Parker." she called to me and handed me something.
When I saw what she was handing me, my face turned even redder. She was handing me the spoon and then the fork. I looked her straight in the face. I'm giving her the 'are you serious' kind of look, but I couldn't get an answer because she really had no expression.
She's just like a boss who casually gives orders. So what's so casual about this?! Your boss is ordering you to feed her!
"Now. I'm hungry." she said, reaching for my hand and letting me hold the spoon and fork.
I still remained silent. My mind was still wondering what this raw Briton was really up to.
Since she had already handed me the utensils, I guess I had no right to say no. I straightened myself up and took a deep breath. I even wanted to shake my whole body to get rid of the intense tension I was feeling, just in case I was called stupid again.
I removed the plate, bowl, and glass from the tray. When I had removed all the contents, I put the tray away.
I glanced at her again because she might look at me in a bad way later, but she didn't. She looked at her food like a little child. When I scooped up the sauce for the buttered shrimp, she followed my gaze to the spoon. Until I picked up the shrimp.
I felt a little better because of that. I wasn't nervous anymore, but I wanted to laugh. I pursed my lips to hold my laughter. Because she was following my every hand movement, I thought about slowing down my movements. I was about to take another shrimp, but I put the spoon back in the rice, then I was about to scoop up some rice, but I went back to the bowl.
PUCHA HAHAHAHAHA EVERY MOVE HER EYES FOLLOWED! Like a dog hahahahaha.
"Pfttt..."
"Fxck you. Parker."
Because she cursed at me, my laughter quickly stopped and my nervousness returned. It was as if she wanted to tear me apart again with just her gaze. She even made me cry.
It's a good thing I cooked the shrimp without the skin. I immediately scooped up the rice that I had mixed with the sauce earlier, and there was a shrimp on top. When I had put it all on the spoon, I brought it to her mouth. But your sister didn't open her mouth and still stared at me with an evil look. Her gaze, as if I had buried her in her mind.
I was about to put the spoon down because she wasn't there.
I was about to open my mouth, but before I could do that, she quickly
She grabbed what was on the spoon, chewing it while her eyebrows met and her hands clenched. It was hard to feed this child.
I wanted to apologize for my trip to her because she looked so hungry and I even asked her to eat, but I held my mouth shut and apologized. She was the one who did me a big favor. Then she even ordered me to feed her.
I'm a professor, not a nanny here!
"More. That." she ordered while still chewing and pointing at the rice. Because of that, I took another bite of rice and fed it to her.
I thought you said, "Don't talk when your mouth is full?" That's what she used to say to her two siblings, right?
Pftt! Then why is she eating while the kila is being met? It's hard not to laugh.
I just kept on fucking her until her angry expression gradually disappeared and was replaced by a poker face. We were both silent as I fucked her like a child. My mind still asked why I was doing this, but, it was okay. I felt more comfortable fucking her than talking to her.