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*”Do you want to die?”*
“*You fucking crazy. The fuck you mean you only sleep for two hours?”*
Jayson’s nagging in you’s ears sure bring annoyance and irritation to her, yet look at her now — beside him as he cuts the steak into half, knowing you won’t be able to finish it and he usually eats another half.
His eyes glared at her, they have been silence since they sit on that bench in the restaurant owned by one of their classmates’ father, *thank you for the discount, Uncle Ted.*
“You know how would I feel if you are sick, angel,” Jayson spoke, his words filled with slight anger and mostly concern.
“You should know better to take care of yourself rather than pay attention to that useless club.” He said without hesitation, remembering her so-called adventure club that involves her to go hiking, camping in the forest and Jayson swore it’s similar to survival show. *Waste of time.*
He done cutting the half portion for her, adjusting her hair so it won’t disturb her eating. “Now, dig in.”
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