Memories Of The Night 265 Chapter 265: He Didn't Mean To Embarrass Her

The next morning, Katrina is walking out of her bedroom in her pajamas and rubbing her tired eyes when she hears a crash in the living room.

The noise instantly makes her alert. What's happening? Is there someone here? Am I being robbed? Her heart raced at the thought.

When she turns to the sound, she sees Aaron in pajamas, lifting up a stool he had accidentally knocked over, a look of chagrin on his face. He didn't mean to create noise; however, he isn't able to catch the annoying stool.

Katrina's apartment is too small for him. Aaron is a tall person with long limbs, and he is used to living in a s.p.a.cious and luxurious villa. Suddenly living in a small apartment needs some getting used to.

I don't have any s.p.a.ce to stretch my arms and legs. I keep knocking things down, he complains to himself. Well, this is what I wanted. I'll get used to it eventually.

The sight of Aaron calms Katrina's pounding heart. I thought someone broke into my house! This devil makes me wake up so early in the morning.

I forgot I let Aaron stay last night, she thinks with annoyance. I can't believe I let him stay here! What was I thinking? Now I have to live with a man. It's inappropriate to send him away now! He will get mad if I throw him away immediately after I let him stay last night.

Maybe he'll change his mind after slumming it for a few days, she hopes, getting a gla.s.s from the kitchen and filling it with water from the water dispenser.

When he sees Katrina emerge from the room, Aaron gestures to the table. "Come and eat breakfast."

Katrina is so shocked that she almost spits out the water from her mouth. Breakfast? Aaron made breakfast? Did the sunrise from the west today?

I thought Aaron wanted to live here so he could make me his servant. I thought he'd order me to make him breakfast, not the other way around!

Aaron is so spoiled that he has all sorts of people at his beck and call. I don't think he's even set foot in a kitchen in his life! How could he stoop down and prepare breakfast for me? Did he get any minor head injury that turns him into a different person? I can't believe a CEO will going to cook for me.

Katrina approaches the table dubiously, unwilling to believe it until she sees it for herself. On the table are two cups of milk, a few slices of bread, two plates of fruit, and something black she can't quite please.

Making breakfast is easy. But in many years of living alone, being able to wake up to a full meal is something unthinkable to Katrina. The gesture makes her feel warm. Aaron makes her feel special. A pleasant smile draws in Aaron's handsome face. He even looks more attractive in Katrina's eyes.

This feels nice… Maybe it's not so bad to let Aaron stay here. At least, he's nicer than I thought. I never imagined he'd surprise me with a thoughtful gesture like this.

Katrina sits down at the table and takes a sip of the milk, turning the burned food on her plate with chopsticks. It's burned so bad that she can't recognize what it used to be. She looks up at Aaron and asks, "What's this? Why does it look like this?" She wanted to burst into laughter, but she dared not to insult his effort preparing their breakfast.

Instead of replying, Aaron pushes the plate with the less burnt food to Katrina. The one on his plate looks even more horrible than hers.

They're fried eggs, Katrina realizes. He's a picky eater, but he gave me the better one anyway. Why is he making this kind of act? Why does he show me a better version of himself?

She suddenly feels sorry for him. He's used to meals cooked by five-star chefs, but now he has to prepare his own breakfast and eat his own burnt eggs.

Even though it would be better to let Aaron suffer so he can leave as soon as possible, Katrina can't help but feel sympathetic.

She switches their plates and rambles, "It's too oily. I can't eat something that greasy in the morning." He went through the trouble of making me breakfast despite his injury. He needs to eat more so he can get better soon.

Aaron shoots her a curious look. "What a weak excuse! She obviously cares about me. She just can't expel it directly. "

After breakfast, Katrina returns to her room to change.

When she opens the door, she sees Aaron changing his clothes in the living room. His sleepwear is discarded on the sofa, and he is standing in nothing but his underwear.

Katrina gawks at him. This is the first time she sees his lean and muscled figure in full view. He looks like a model; A perfect body and well maintained body sculpture. She thinks in awe. When she notices the bulge in his underwear, she turns red and flees back to her room in a panic.

Oh my G.o.d! Why can't he change his clothes in the bathroom? How am I supposed to face him now?

Aaron doesn't expect Katrina to come out of the room so quickly. When she opens the door, she looks shocked and dumbstruck. Then her face suddenly turns red before she rushes back to her room in embarra.s.sment.

His lips quirk upwards at her reaction. He didn't mean to embarra.s.s her.

Since there's only one room, he has to stay in the living room. The cramped bathroom is too small for him, so he doesn't have a choice but to change here.

I'm just changing clothes, and it's not a big deal. I don't mind changing in front of her. It's not like she hasn't seen me naked before.

But if she changes in front of me, that would be nice, he thinks with a grin.