  Keith's arms dropped from around mine and he cleared his throat. &quot;Good afternoon, Mr. Evans. I was just teaching Ms. Jenson how to cook Baltimore Coddies.&quot;
  &quot;Good luck with that,&quot; he said, looking over at me.
  &quot;She's actually doing great,&quot; Keith vindicated.
  &quot;That should actually be on the news,&quot; he rejoindered.
  &quot;Yeah, but I'm pretty sure the news would be more interested in showing what happened during your meeting the day before yesterday. I mean wouldn't they want to know why it got cancelled?&quot; I shot back at him.
  His lips stretched upwards in a coprophagous grin. &quot;Even better would be showing what had happened just yesterday in my room.&quot;
  My cheeks reddened. &quot;S-shut up.&quot;
  &quot;What happened, sweetheart? Don't you agree with me?&quot; He asked.
  &quot;Get out.&quot;
  &quot;Okay,&quot; he obliged.
  Onc

  Something was wrong. Ethan hadn't done anything to me yet. It was like he had forgotten that I threw him into the pool that afternoon.
  It had been three days since I had done that. He had dug himself into work and we barely saw each other these days. Although I was happy to not see his rotten face, it still worried me. What if he had something huge planned?
  I hated being caught off guard. I used to know that he was going to do something before but now he had gone silent. He doesn't look at me anymore, much less glare at me. He doesn't throw any snide remarks or do something pejorative.
  I didn't like this at all. If he was giving up, I would've liked to know. I didn't want to watch my every step, look over my shoulder afraid he was going to pop out of nowhere and scare me off. It sucked to be on guard every time.
  Mr. and Mrs. Jenson had to cut short their trip. Their anniversary

  The next morning at around ten, a chef I'd asked for and I gathered in the kitchen to teach me to cook.
  I knew how to cook and I actually did a good job at cooking but I wanted to learn something new. Something I could make use of in the café after I leave this place.
  So I had asked Samara to get a hold of one of the chefs. I had decided to do this every alternate day and hoped I would be able to stick to cooking every alternate day.
  &quot;So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Jenson?&quot; The chef asked, smiling politely at me.
  &quot;How about I get your name first?&quot; I suggested, knowing only now that I didn't even know his name.
  &quot;I'm Keith Richards,&quot; he said, extending his hand towards me.
  &quot;Nice to meet you. I'm Juliet Jenson,&quot; I said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.
  He looked a few years older than me, probably in mid twenties. He had light b

Keith's arms dropped from around mine and he cleared his throat. &quot;Good afternoon, Mr. Evans. I was just teaching Ms. Jenson how to cook Baltimore Coddies.&quot;
  &quot;Good luck with that,&quot; he said, looking over at me.
  &quot;She's actually doing great,&quot; Keith vindicated.
  &quot;That should actually be on the news,&quot; he rejoindered.
  &quot;Yeah, but I'm pretty sure the news would be more interested in showing what happened during your meeting the day before yesterday. I mean wouldn't they want to know why it got cancelled?&quot; I shot back at him.
  His lips stretched upwards in a coprophagous grin. &quot;Even better would be showing what had happened just yesterday in my room.&quot;
  My cheeks reddened. &quot;S-shut up.&quot;
  &quot;What happened, sweetheart? Don't you agree with me?&quot; He asked.
  &quot;Get out.&quot;
  &quot;Okay,&quot; he obliged.
  Once he was out of the kitchen I released a breath. Why did he have to bring?that?up?
  Okay I

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