"Are you satisfied now?" Monica finally calmed down and glared at Adrian accusingly, her colorful face almost made him laugh.
"You should rent a different place, a villa or a manor perhaps, so no one would bother us," Adrian shrugged his shoulders.
"If it's too noisy, it'll still happen—I'm not talking about that!" Monica, still fuming, was clearly unsatisfied with his change of topic.
"I see, then you should be the satisfied one," Adrian innocently spread his hands. "If you hadn't deliberately flung cream on my face first, how would I have retaliated? How would this situation have even occurred?"
"First, if you hadn't provoked me while I was baking the cake, I wouldn't have dropped any cream on your face; second, I only tossed a tiny drop, but you smeared half of my face. Thus, you're the real culprit!" Monica immediately retorted.
