CHAPTER 121 : ROMANTIC COMEDY
Eleanora stood near the counter making instant noodles while wearing his black hoodie that nearly swallowed her whole.
Her hair was tied into a messy bun. Glasses rested low on her nose. One sleeve covered half her hand while she stirred noodles with full concentration like some tiny domestic criminal.
Alexander stared. Then stared harder.
Eleanora looked up casually before freezing. Because Alexander's expression looked dangerous.
"What?" she asked slowly.
Alexander walked toward her without speaking.
"Why are you walking like that?" Eleanora immediately narrowed her eyes.
Alexander stopped right in front of her before looking down at the oversized hoodie.
"That," he said calmly, "is mine."
Eleanora looked down too. "Oh."
"Oh?" Alexander repeated in disbelief.
"You left it on the couch." Eleanora shrugged.
"So naturally you decided theft was acceptable?" Alexander didn't believe in humanity at this moment.
