Chapter hundred twenty two

“I ordered Chinese food, what do you want on the menu?” Aaron slightly knocked on Helen's door as he spoke to her without invading her private space.

She kept mute, not replying to his question. He tugged on his hair, ready to break the door open if she did not let him in.

“Helen, I'm coming in.” He announced again, this time around, the door opened with a click. Helen looked disheveled, and underneath her eyes, had prominent eye bags. “I don't eat Chinese.” She finally responded to his question. That was one of the biggest fallacies she could come up with. Who didn't eat Chinese? “How about chicken and chips with a glass of cold beer?” He made a salutation sound in the air, but her dead-on stare still did not change.

“I just need a good night's rest, Aaron. Let's talk tomorrow.” Before he could say anything, she shut the door back with a click.

Aaron stood in front of the door, perplexed and disturbed by Helen's behavior. “I'll be right here whenever you need me.” He spoke into the
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