Chapter seventy four

“Sir. I… I don’t know what’s going on. Did I do something wrong?” She asked, looking like tears were going to fall from her eyes, if Adrian went further with being cold to her.

“So, when I give you something to eat, it is a bad omen to you, right?”

“No. Mot that, sir. Just that… the way you’ve been asking me to eat.” Martha said, looking quite uncomfortable.

“Look. You’re wasting my time, Martha. I have a whole lot to do, and I don’t like the way I’m acting towards you, now. It could get worse if you don’t give me what I want.” Adrian threatened, expecting her to confess if she couldn’t bring herself to eat it.

“Alright, sir.” She spoke, and then bent to pick up the spoon, then slowly, took a spoon of the food, and ate its content, and Adrian watched as she swallowed it.

“Good. It’s not as difficult as you made it seem. Now, take it to the microwave. I need it to get hot, back. You made my food go cold, just for some reasons I don’t understand.” Adrian uttered, and she picked up the t