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Rosé P.O.V.
I was aggressively cutting the vegetables as if letting my anger out on them.
Should I poison his food?
Sounds tempting but I don't want to go to jail at such a young age, I still have a life ahead of me.
Yeah right, as a maid.
I shake off my stupid thoughts and continued with the task at hand.
In my aggression, I accidentally cut my finger. Wincing in pain, I throw the knife angrily. Grabbing the counter, I take a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
I shouldn't be affected by his words, I'm nothing but a maid and I should know my place.
Yet it kinda hurts, it feels as if he was using me to quench off his lust and that makes me angrier.
I sigh.
I can't do anything about it, can I?
Accepting my fate, I wash my hand and the blood has seemed to stop flowing from my finger so I left it like that and started cooking again.
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Eating dinner in silence, only the clattering of utensils could be heard. There was tension in the air which was inevitable and I know he can feel it too.
He usually starts the conversation between us and we talk a bit while dining but today he's quiet.
Why am I bothered by this?
He can go to hell for all I care!
Rolling my eyes, I angrily shoved a spoon full of bibimbap.
He suddenly stands up, the noise of dragging the chair could be heard, I look up in his direction and he didn't even spare me a glance and left towards the kitchen.
I can hear the sound of plates, maybe he's putting them in the basin then after a few seconds he came out and went upstairs.
Shouldn't I be avoiding him and he should apologize for being a jerk?
I sighed and fixed the ingredients of bibimbap.
Never mind, it's not like we are in a relationship and he has to realize his mistake and apologize.
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