Only now did she tilt her head upwards to look at the man who was looking at her hand in concern, "You're still angry?" she asked.

The man left her hand before averting his gaze. Before he could go anywhere, she blocked his path.

He continued ignoring her.

She poked his cheeks, "Alright, that's enough. Stop acting like a baby.''

He turned his face to the side.

She pouted.

She pinched his chin, "You're so spoiled. Come here, lemme pat you," She tried to drag his face down but the man swatted away her hand.

"Disgusting," He coldly muttered.

She raised an eyebrow. Whenever her brother was angry, she just had to act a little cute and he would give in to her. This man is really a tough nut to crack.

'So what? There are plenty of ways to crack a nut.'

"Ah…" She winced grabbing her fingers with the other hand.

"What happened?" He held her hand immediately.

"My hand…it's still hurting…" She blinked pitifully.

"Wait here. I'll get the first-aid box right now."

As she watched him walking inside the room hastily, her pitiful expression was immediately replaced with nonchalance. Her lips crept up in an evil smile.

Soon, he brought the ointment and grabbed her hand, "Couldn't you tell me if you are hungry? Why did you have to pull such stunts?"

She was aggrieved. She was fine with eating a pastry but… "Stop scolding me. I was just worried that you haven't eaten anything…" She glared at him. What an ungrateful man.

He paused.

Tilting his head, he glanced at her.

She squirmed under his intense gaze, "What is it?" she asked awkwardly.

"You were cooking for me?" He asked in a low voice.

Either it was her illusion, or those gold flecks in his dark eyes were sparkling under the dim lightings.

"No, I was cooking for the neighbor," She whispered in a slightly sarcastic voice before pushing away his hand.

He pursed his lips.

"Didn't you tell me that you don't want to know my whereabouts?'' She spoke up, "So I didn't inform you about it then why would you be so angry? I simply don't know what's going on in your mind."

He remained silent. An undecipherable glint flashed through his eyes, "You mentioned divorce yesterday…"

"What's wrong with that?" Her eyes widened. So was he angry about that? "Do you think we'll not be friends anymore? Let me tell you that nothing will ever change between us even after our divorce.''

The woman still didn't get his point. He opened his mouth to speak something but he could not find words to describe what he wanted to say.

"Zixuan, we don't have to be married to be friends. Marriage is not solely based on friendship. Love is the most important factor and ours is a loveless marriage," She sighed and gazed at him, "You tell me, do you love me?"

Love? Did he love her? He did not reply.

Looking at the blank expressions on his face, she smiled, "You don't right? I don't love you too. And I'm sure you will always be my friend."

Friendzone alert 2!

As right as her words sounded, but he felt something was amiss. He was just not able to pinpoint it.

Shrugging it off, he glanced at her ''I'll cook something for dinner…"

She nodded.

While he cut the vegetables, she picked up the scraps to throw them in the dustbin. But her eyes widened when she saw the thing inside it.

Lying atop a juice can was the car keys that she had returned him yesterday.

She picked it up and washed it before looking at it blankly. Yeah, it was the same one. She wasn't seeing things wrong.

"What are you doing?" The man asked, not hearing any movements behind him.

She walked towards him, "Why did you throw it in the dustbin?"

He glanced at the keys in her hand, "Either you take the car or throw it in the trash," He nonchalantly said and continued cooking.

She was speechless. She rejected the car because she did not take advantage of him. But she never expected him to be so stubborn. And even if he wanted her to accept the car, why can't he say it nicely.

'Either you take the car or throw it in the trash' Why must he be so domineering? She slammed the keys on the kitchen counter, "Do whatever you want," She coldly said before walking inside the room without looking back at him.

She threw her slippers away before folding her legs on the bed. What does he take her for? Did he think she will do anything he wants? If he threatens her by saying that he will throw away the car keys, will she be swayed to pick them up?

Moreover, he can't even keep his poisonous tongue in check. If he is stubborn, then she can be more stubborn than him. Did he take her as his greedy wife who will get swayed by every shining object and treat it like gold? She has seen countless cars in her life to be caring about this one.

''You want to throw the keys in the trash, do it then. Your car, your money….you can continue your philandering ways. Why would I care?" As rich as she was, she was never so reckless. Humph!

The man cleared his throat making his presence known.

She stiffened. Did he hear what she said? Whatever. It's not like she said something wrong. She relaxed at that thought.

Jun Zixuan walked towards her holding the tray in his hand with two bowls of noodles on it. He put the tray on the bed before passing one bowl to her.

She glanced at it. Today's wastage is tomorrow's shortage. One shouldn't waste food.

Deciding to not vent her anger on food, she grabbed the bowl from his hand before eating the noodles with 'slurping' sounds. She was already starving before but…