I turned to look at him, my expression neutral. “From today on, let's each get our own breakfast. Besides, you always said the breakfast I made didn't suit your taste.”
Roland was very picky about food. To take good care of him, I used to get up early and make a variety of nutritious foods. But he always frowned, either complaining it was too hot or tasteless. Now that I'd figured it out, wouldn't it be better to use that time to sleep a bit longer or go for a morning run?
I expected him to be angry, but instead, he stayed silent for a moment and then grabbed my arm. “Selena, I was just too busy with work yesterday and genuinely forgot about the dinner with your parents...”
Even now, he was still lying and making excuses, but I was too tired to continue deceiving myself and playing dumb to go along with his poor performance.
“Was it really because of work?”
My words seemed to hit his nerve.
"Selena, what do you mean? You don't believe me? Then what do you think I was doing?"
He was about to continue, but I impatiently pulled up the screenshot of Lysandra's social media post from yesterday. "Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you just because your face wasn't showing?"