Chapter 48—

Out of her sleep and into a world of pure consciousness Zheme shook her, watching with amusement as her eyes fluttered open to glare at him. "What?" "It's 5:00.p.m" Zheme responded. Lexie rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over her head. She was tired of him, this was the third time he woke her up for nothing in particular and the next time he did it, she was going to slam his head in a wall. Sighing, she adjusted the pillow over her head and muffled out. "I swear to god Zheme, if you wake me up one more time, I'm fighting you." Zheme frowned at that, pulling the pillow from her over head and deliberately throwing it on the floor. "You can't fight me and this time, I woke you up for a reason." Now that the pillow was out of the picture, Lexie glared daggers at him, eyes so narrowed that Zheme had to wonder if he was now standing on her last nerve. "And what reason could that be?" "I cooked and its getting cold." "Did I, Lexie Dillon tell you I was hungry?" Zheme shook h