Chapter 120
As was his custom, Harris would enjoy a warm glass of milk before bed.”
This task usually fell upon me, and he’d already be tucked into bed by the time it was due. Yet, despite the time for his milk having passed, the warm beverage remained absent.”
I watched him toss off the covers in irritation and head to the kitchen, where he made quite a racket.
Then he came back with a cup of slightly yellowed milk.
Harris was so silly, even burning the milk.
I said this and then felt a pang of sadness.
I burned the milk the first time I tried to heat it, too.”
But Harris didn’t mind at all and drank the whole pot.
He even said it tasted like caramel.
I smiled broadly, and we shared a caramel–flavored kiss.”
I resolved then to spend a lifetime of happiness with him.
But some memories are painful to revisit.
I walked out of the room in silence.
Soon after, a sharp noise from the room hurried me back.”
In the few minutes I was gone, Harris had lost his temper.
He’d thrown a glass of milk onto the floor.
The cashmere carpet was soaked, and the glass rolled under the bed.
“Such a bad temper,” I remarked.”
Harris took a while to calm down, his chest finally settling.
He humbly knelt and lay on the floor to retrieve the glass.
His long fingers searched but didn’t find the glass, instead touching a rectangular box.
My heart leaped to my throat.”
No!!
I kept pulling at his hand.”
But it was no use.
Don’t look!!
Let my secret remain a secret forever!
I shouted, but he couldn’t hear.”
When he pulled out that tattered box,
I knew I was ruined.
Hated Me the Most I Died!
