Chapter 142
I didn’t buy them, so it must have been Kaleb, Just a small favor. My heart inexplicably warmed up, soft and unable to contain my happiness. I poured out the milk and took an orange before leaving the kitchen. As I passed Kaleb’s door, I stopped in my tracks, lowered my head, and looked at the faintly lit gap under the door. Has Kaleb not slept yet? I wanted to knock on his door and say thank you–thanked him for the fruit. I also wanted to share the joy in my heart with him.
I stood at the door for a while, but still couldn’t muster the courage. I was afraid that the fruits weren’t specifically bought for me, and I was afraid that Kaleb didn’t want to listen to me sharing, or even see me. After all, Kaleb said I was dull and boring, like a glass of plain water, and he disliked me very much.
I lowered my head and looked at the orange in my hand, feeling an inexplicable emptiness in my heart. Suddenly, I really wanted to see him, just to meet, even without saying a word.
Suddenly, the door opened. The light in the room shone out, and I was startled. My heart tightened suddenly, and I took a step back, looking at Kaleb in confusion. He was wearing casual pajama pants, with one hand holding a bag, and his tall and sturdy figure was carrying the light on his back. His delicate features looked even more profound and attractive in the dim light, and his dim and unclear gaze was fixed on me.
Kaleb seemed to know in advance that I was standing at the door, without a hint of surprise, calmly and confidently asking, “Do you need something from me?”
