Maliya didn’t say anything after that, she just stared at the blank view whilst hoping that he’d get it done and over with, she actually thinks she might have lost her appetite but at the same time, she knew he’ll not let her say such a thing to him.
He tends to object to everything she wants which means it can only go the way he wants.
After he was done, he tapped her shoulder and unplugged the hair dryer whilst keeping it in its spot, he heads out of the room after telling her to dress up so she could eat.
Maliya scrunched her face and throw fake punches in the air, imagining that he was her punching bag cause she’d really be happy if she was given the chance to punch him in the face.
“Argh!, why did I even agree to come here?” She asked herself as she changed into a comfy and casual
