Chapter 152

Sophia tightened her coat collar, her gaze icy.

"Think whatever you want."

She turned toward the bedroom.

If she couldn't get rid of this nuisance, she'd rather not see him at all.

Her wrist was suddenly seized. Ethan Roscente's voice held an unyielding command. "I'm hungry. Cook for me."

Sophia tried to wrench free, but his grip didn't budge. She took a deep breath, forcing down her anger. "Are you some kind of beggar?"

Ethan yanked her against him, his large hand locking around her waist. His hot breath brushed her ear. "Either feed me, or I'll feed on you. Choose."

His low voice carried an electric current, sending shivers from her ear down her spine.

Sophia stayed silent for a few seconds before suddenly widening her eyes. "Ethan, were you an oil merchant in your past life?"

The man narrowed his gaze.

"You're so greasy it's nauseating." She smirked.

Ethan's expression darkened.

Seizing the moment, Sophia broke free and retreated to the bedroom to change. She emerged with her bag. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Grocery shopping. The fridge is empty."

Ethan leaned against the sofa, his sharp eyes scanning her. "Trying to trick me into leaving?"

Sophia's fingers twitched.

Damn, he saw right through her.

She feigned calm. "I even brought my bag. Even if I got you out, you'd just shamelessly follow me back, wouldn't you?"

Impatiently, she urged, "The supermarket's about to close. Keep dawdling, and you'll starve."

After a long scrutiny, Ethan finally stood.

"Wait."

Sophia suddenly dashed into the kitchen and returned with a box of tiramisu. "Eat this first."

Ethan raised a brow. "Since when are you so considerate?"

"Just worried you'll lose your mind from hunger." She rolled her eyes, tearing open the packaging and taking a bite. "See? Not poisoned."

Ethan frowned at the cream on her lips. "I don't eat sweets."