Ronald saw their moods.

"What happened to the two of you?" Ronald asked the two but got silence as an answer.

"What happened?" He asked the girl who was silently brooding at a corner of the couch.

"I made him angry."

"What have you done to make him angry?"

"Ronald, please stop asking. I've messed up, okay?" She had no idea how to explain the whole thing. Her emotions were muddled as well. She just learned that she fell in love, but caused him to be angry. Actually, he was only trying to control his desires, but she didn't know that was the case.

"Then I might as well go out and do some mission by myself. I've been paid so I have to work. Goodbye and make things right while I'm gone." He left to purposely give them s.p.a.ce.

She just remained there sitting until it was almost lunchtime. She thought of knocking at his door and apologize again but unsure. What was she going to do now?

She thought to make amends, food was the best with an apology in tow. There was also an old adage, 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach'. This was the best way she knew. She checked the fridge and saw there were only eggs, a few spices, a bottle of oyster sauce, and a wrapped leftover burger. She saw their way of living: eating out or buy ready to eat food. Nevertheless, she decided to cook an omelet for him.

She cut an onion, a clove of garlic, and a tomato. She scrambled two eggs in a bowl then add a pinch of salt and pepper.

She separately stir-fried the spices then poured a spoonful of oyster sauce. She made sure the egg mixture was poured on a hot skillet with enough oil. When it was ready, she tumbled it on the burger wrapper placed on a plate. She poured all stir-fried spices on the flat omelet and distributed it well. She took the meat and cheese from the burger and cut them into strips then scattered on top the spices before she slowly rolled the omelet and filling having the wrapper as a guide.

The rolled omelet was placed on a plate. She cut away the uneven edges then sliced the rest into three portions evenly. Looking at her work, it was still not appealing to her. She remembered a small packet of ketchup she kept after eating a steam bun. She took it from her bag and designed a heart-shaped ketchup on top of each.

She knocked on his room then left the whole thing on the floor in front of the door. She scurried to the kitchen and cook one egg for herself. She waited for any movements but none. She went back and picked the whole dish. As she was about to knock again, Clarence chose to open the door right at this moment. They were now facing each other while she was holding the plate of egg rolls in front of him.

She was about to run back to the kitchen, but Clarence caught her and saw the three egg rolls with heart-shaped ketchup on top.

He found out she really knew how to charm him. He was really happy about this newfound knowledge.

He brought her to the dining table and made her sit beside him. "Feed me," ordered Clarence.

"What?"

"Are these for me?

"Yes."

"Then feed me."

"Why would I feed you? You can eat by yourself."

"If you wanna make amends with me then feed me."

"You're such a tantrum baby. Here." She took a fork and shoved the first omelet to his mouth but he didn't eat it.

"Please, it should be with some TLC."

"TLC?"

"Tender loving care."

"Pfft, Fine." She cut a portion from the omelet and feed him slowly.

Clarence's thoughts: This is wonderful. If I knew this would be the outcome, I should have made a lot of tantrums before.

He chewed the egg slowly to stretch the time.

Beauty's mind: I never thought I would be this glad feeding him. So this is how it feels to love someone. Just this gesture makes one happy.

She was blissful. This was the first time she did this to the opposite gender. Most of all, to the man she's in love with.

After eating the three portions, he took her hands on his. He looked into her eyes and tenderly told her, "I love you."

Her heart was beating fast as she heard those affectionate words. She was not sure how to respond. She just stared at him. He kissed her hand and said softly, "please be my girlfriend. I love you. I promise this pledge isn't only for now but even up to marriage if you are willing to become my wife."

She already heard him said these words to her father but to be told directly was. . . she was not sure what she felt. She wanted to cry of happiness but not sure if that's appropriate when she only intended to make amends. What're the proper words to say? What kind of att.i.tude would she show?

Clarence watched her face changing moods. He understood her well, she was thinking things hard. It made him laugh.

"Pfft, don't think too much. We still have a long way to go to reach that marriage thing. We're still young. That's for later." He looked at her and saw her eyes lovingly gaze at him, but remained silent.

He continued to hold her hand and softly said, "Beauty, will you be my girlfriend?"

She wanted to say yes but still had doubts. "I... I... I want to but..."

"You want to but what? What's stopping you?"