Chapter 1997

Why was he staring at her from outside if he was not hungry? Before she could tell Roland off, he spoke, “You shouldn’t eat barbecue at such an hour. It’s not good for your digestion. You better stop eating.” Huh? Why was he telling her what she could or could not eat? How dare he try to control her! However, there was something about the commanding tone of his voice, coupled with the serious look on his face that made her briefly consider taking his advice. To her surprise, she was not angry at him. Still, she brushed him off dismissively. "I don't need you to worry about me. You can go home if you’re not going to eat.” After that, she took a bite at another tender slice of grilled meat before reaching for the can of beer. When she brought it to her lips, she felt a force tugging in the opposite direction. She looked over to see Roland’s hands firmly gripping the can, stopping her from taking it. She frowned. "Let go." He held it firmly and insisted. "Don