Finn did not reply, but she was used to his indifference toward her.
After taking that pill, they would no longer have anything to do with each other, and their ambiguous relationship would be dead.
She put down the phone and walked to the dining table, where Michael had already prepared the mac and cheese for her.
Monica ate slowly, bite by bite. It tasted neither good nor bad. She was probably she was so sad that she lost her sense of taste.
However, she still ate a lot because she did not want to let Michael down.
At least that man treated her sincerely.
"Is it good?" Michael asked expectantly.
Monica nodded.
"That's good. I was really afraid that my culinary skills would disappoint you–"
"Michael," Monica called out to him.
"Hm?" Michael's face was full of smiles.
Monica said, "Stay away from me."
The smile on Michael's lips stiffened.
"It's not fair to you."
"Monica–"
