Chapter 44

After taking a shower, I took a towel that was near the bathroom sink and wrapped myself in the towel. Then I turned on the faucet in the sink to rinse. My eyes turned to a container like a dark red mug, which contained a toothbrush and toothpaste with the same variant I usually wear at home. There was a range of skincare products that were exactly the same brand as the ones I always use at home next to the mug I saw earlier.

"Looks like he really knows all about me. And the most surprising thing is he even knows what products I always use at home. Could it be that he also keeps my clothes in his house as well?" I muttered to myself in a voice as low as possible so as not to be heard by him. I then shook my head to get rid of the idea, and I quickly sped up my business in the bathroom.

Once I got out of the bathroom, I directed my gaze to the dining room and saw that he just finished cooking our breakfast. It looked like he also bathed in his other bathroom (which I had no idea where it was) because his hair looked wet and smelled of soap that felt very familiar to me. It smelled like a mixture of menthol and lemon, which strangely strikes me with the image of him when he rubbed the soap over his tempting body. He had also changed into a white t-shirt and black jeans that fit snugly against his legs, making me almost drool over his legs that look so seductive to me.

Then my eyes turned to his hands, who carried two plates of spaghetti bolognese without difficulty. He placed the two plates on the dining table along with the orange juice that had been served on the table first. Looking at my favorite dish made me quickly run to the dining room and sit on the dining chair, ready to take the plate and eat it.

However, before I could actually do that, his hands immediately clapped the backs of my hands and glared at me.

"What the hell?" I asked, glaring back at him.

"You should change your clothes first, Leah. Then wash your hands. I don't want you to eat with your current look." he countered, looking me up and down with a glare.

I replied by rolling my eyes. "You're so noisy. I'm really hungry, so I want to eat before I change my clothes." I said, trying to pull the plate away from me so I couldn't take it.

"No, Leah. I won’t allow you to eat this before you change your clothes. Speaking of which, I have already prepared your clothes on the bed."

I blinked my eyes at his words earlier. "For real? Do you really have women's clothes in your house?"

I asked, squinting my eyes at him.

"Why do I feel like you just told me that I have a stranger's clothes in my home? That's your clothes that you always left every time ..."

He immediately closed his mouth and turned his face to the direction opposite to me. "Anyway, you should change your clothes first. I'll wait here." he said, without even turning back at me.

I got closer to Harris and forced him to turn towards me. "I'm so curious about you. Actually, how much do you know about me?"

"I'm not going to answer that question of yours." he replied, without even looking into my eyes.

"Oh. Okay. You keep a secret from me again."

I walked away from him and walked towards his room. Then I closed the door to his room and stood in front of the door of his room. I squeezed my hands together, annoyed that he had no intentions to explain anything about my past to him.

"Damn! Why talk about things that make other people curious, if in the end you don't want to say anything? You are so annoying!" I mumbled to myself while running to the bed and threw myself on the bed.

I then took the pillow that was near me and beat the pillow while throwing it on the floor. "I don't know anymore! Why did I agree to come with him to his house? If I knew he wouldn't tell me anything about my past earlier, I'd better refuse his offer from the start."

When I turned to the right, I saw the dress that I was wearing yesterday, now hanging neatly near his wardrobe. While on the bed, there was a red t-shirt and neatly folded short jeans, complete with underwear, which I already knew was my favorite style of underwear.

I immediately got out of bed and took the clothes he had prepared for me. Out of curiosity, I took off the towel that had wrapped my body and replaced it with the clothes he had prepared. Surprisingly, all of the clothes he prepared for me earlier were indeed my size. My underwear, the t-shirt and the jeans she prepares, they all fit my size. I then ran to the mirror in his room to see what I looked like right now.

"That's exactly my style. How does he know my taste in clothes?" I asked, staring at my figure standing in front of the mirror in amazement as if I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now. Then I looked for something I could use to tie my hair in and accidentally I saw a brown hair tie lying on his desk, just like mine at home. I took the hair tie and pulled my hair back while smoothing my messy hair.

Then my gaze shifted to the photo I just realized was hanging on the table in his room. I then took the photo frame and looked at my figure, who was in a swing, smiling at the camera.

"When was this photo taken?" I asked, stroking the photo frame I was currently holding and turning it over. There was nothing special behind the picture frame, so I put it back in place so Harris wouldn't get suspicious.

The sound of my stomach screaming as if to remind me to eat made me remember that I haven't had breakfast. I then checked my appearance in front of the mirror before leaving his room.

"Perfect." I said to myself and hurried out of his room to the dining room. I then saw Harris, who was playing the spaghetti bolognese in front of him with a languid face, as if the breakfast menu he had prepared for me looked terrible to eat (in fact, it looked so good that I wanted to eat it right now). That scene reminded me of one of the novels I read online recently, where the main character almost gave up on teaching his student the recipe for making spaghetti pomarola with food magic. The food should look delicious, but what happened later was like a biological weapon that can destroy an entire city if it was not treated immediately.

But that did not seem like the reason he was doing it at the moment. From what I saw from his expression, he looked sad because the breakfast menu made at my request made him remember the old memories that were very precious to him. That was more than enough for me to make my anger towards Harris because he didn't want to tell anything about my past, disappeared when I saw his face that looked sad now.

"Harris?" I called while walking into the living room and sitting on the dining chair. "Why aren’t you eating your breakfast?"

"Nothing. I just want to wait for you to finish changing your clothes first and then we can eat together." he replied without turning to me. His eyes were still fixed on the spaghetti bolognese in front of him at this moment and returned to play with the fork in his hand.

"It's not good to mess with food like you are doing right now, Harris." I said, taking the fork that was near my plate and turning the fork towards the spaghetti bolognese in front of me, then popped it into my mouth.

"Wow! This is so much better than the spaghetti bolognese I've ever eaten! It's different when a famous restaurant owner cooks. No wonder your restaurant is always busy!" I said, feeding the spaghetti back into my mouth and glancing at him.