Looking at the closed bedroom door, my face changed for a while, and in the end, I stomped my foot and angrily went back to the small bedroom.
I didn't sleep all night, and memories of Theo and me kept appearing in my mind.
Thinking about his recent attitude towards me, and tonight, Oliver's inappropriate behavior, he didn't react at all. I cried in grievance.
I was wrong. I didn't consider Theo's feelings. I really let him down.
I got up before dawn the next day and prepared a sumptuous breakfast, carefully covering it with a plate, waiting for Theo to wake up.
Eight fifteen.
Theo woke up.
I quickly got up from the sofa and said, "You're awake, let's have breakfast."
Seeing my exhausted look, Theo said, "You didn't sleep yesterday?"
"I can't sleep, it's okay, I'll take a nap later. You go ahead and eat. If you can't get used to the food, tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you," I said to Theo eagerly.
Theo suddenly smiled and said, "I ordered breakfast at the company, so it would be a waste not to eat it."
I stood still in a daze, and scenes from before flashed through my mind.
At that time, I would make breakfast for him every morning.