After my outburst, I seemed to have calmed down a bit. Of course, there was silence thereafter but I couldn't look at Noah.
Only God knew what was circulating in that bastard's head because after a long moment of silence, the doorbell rang, and he stood up as if nothing had happened.
"It must be the food delivery," he said and went to the door, taking the package and closing the door.
He placed what looked like Chinese takeout on the table in between us and said,
"You should eat and regain your strength."
What a load of bull crap. He was definitely doing this on purpose. Driving me mad to the point I have to vent out to him, explaining my life even though not in full detail, and stripping myself bare.
Ah... I placed my hand on my face in contempt... Stripping myself bare. I already spilled out almost all my secrets in one sitting and I wasn't even drunk. Rage can be such a sick thing.
I never had plans to let him know the details of my life.
