Chapter Thirty-Two

I found Ba Wei in the kitchen when I left the room. He was looking in the fridge for something. The counter was scattered with Ingredients, and even though I looked over all of them; I still had no clue what he was gonna be making. I looked down at my watch then back at the counter. Is he really about to cook something complex at two in the morning?

I leaned against the island that stood behind me and just watched as he took more things out. He didn't seem to notice me, and I was glad of it. He seemed satisfied with what was out, but then he started to put it back up. I raised an eyebrow at this, but I said nothing. He kept putting them up, and I just stared on in confusion.

He turned around to put another item away, but this time as he turned he looked directly at me. His eyes met mine, he made no attempt to shift them. His eyes were cold, but the more I stared into them; the warmer they started to become.

"Have you been standing there this entire time?"

"It would be pointless for me to lie," I said truthfully. He put the last dish in the fridge and walked towards me. He reached out and pinched my nose and he walked over to the stove. My already slightly red face became even redder.

"Do you like wonton soup?"

"En."

"Good because that's the only thing my mother prepared today. I'll have to reheat it." I didn't say anything and just lowered my head. My face was still fairly visible because my hair was gelled back, and because of that my face became even hotter.

"Hey, are you alright?" I lifted my head slightly to see him approaching me .

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Your face is really red. Do you have a fever?" He reached out towards me and I quickly dodged him.

"I don't have a fever." As if something clicked in his brain, a smirk spread itself across his face.

"You sure you don't? You're face is awfully red," he teased.

"Fuck off."

"Snappy," he said laughing. "I like snappy." I wanted to take that as a joke, but the more I thought on it the more it felt like he was serious.

"Weren't you about to cook something," I asked changing the subject? He turned on a burner on the stove and walked back to the fridge and retrieved a large pot. Only when he placed it on the burner did he finally answer me.

"Yeah, but I noticed this after I took all that out."

"What were you going to make?"

He flashed me a slight smile, "I was going to make some stew, but I'd rather you eat something edible."

"It couldn't be that bad," I chuckled out.

"I'm the chef and I'm telling you even dogs wouldn't eat it." I couldn't help but laugh at the comment. It reminded me of my father.

"My stew isn't that great either. My mother's was always the best." The sentence slipped out before I could stop it and even saying that word made me feel uneasy. I furrowed my eyebrows and tossed the memories that resurfaced back to the back of my mind.

"What was that expression?" I glanced at Ba Wei but didn't say anything. His face was stern, but it held a softness to it. It almost seemed like he was concerned.

After I didn't answer for a few minutes, Ba Wei walked out of the kitchen without a word. I was about to turn and follow him, but decided against it. I watched as he disappeared down the hall into one of the rooms. Is he angry?

I walked over to the couch and sat down. It was really comfortable. I ran my hand over the cushions and even the fabric that covered them was soft. The couch was a tan color, and the two chairs that sat directly across from me were the same color. They looked expensive, just as the table and rug that sat in between the couches.

The rug was a gray color, and it brought the living room together fairly well. The table that sat on top of it was stylish and beautiful. Looking over all the decor, this living room had to cost a fortune. These couches easily can cost my months rent.

I couldn't help but be surprised, but not at the expensive things that stood around me. I was more surprised that Ba Wei was wealthy. He never presented himself in that way. Most other people who had the same allowance as me flaunted it at my old school. They had nice cars, expensive phones, expensive clothes, and acted very smug. Ba Wei had never shown that. In fact he doesn't even give off the aura of rich kid. He dresses messily, his hair is unkept, and it seems that he doesn't try to impress people. Interesting.

I got up from the couch and and walked down the hallway. I glanced at the door of the room I was going to be staying in. I was about to walk in when I suddenly thought about something. Where was Ba Wei?

I raised an eyebrow and looked around. The hallway wasn't that big but there was two rooms he could be in. I glanced down the hall towards the furthest room. No lights. He can't be in there. I turned on my heels and faced the door directly across from mine. I was about to knock on it, but the door opened before I could.

"Looking for me," he asked as a small smile spread across his lips. I stepped back to give him room to step into the hall.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask about the clothes," I lied. As I finished that sentence his eyes met mine.

"Oh yeah, we are a bit wet. I forgot." In truth I had forgotten about it also. I felt relieved that he took the bait. I didn't want to admit that I was looking for him even thought originally I wasn't. I shifted my eyes from his and nervously responded.

"Yeah I did too." He looked me up and down before he turned around and cut on the light in what I presume is his room.

"You're small compared to me, so I don't know if my clothes will fit you," he said as he walked inside. I followed behind him and looked around. It was much larger than the room he had put me in, but that was to be expected. It was his place, so he would've picked the biggest room.

"Compared to you, everyone is small." He didn't say anything to that comment. He just walked into his closet. I stood by it waiting patiently. With the time I had to myself I took in his room.

The bed was the same size as the one in the other one, and it looked to be the same kind of sheets. To be honest the room the exact same except for an armchair and foot stool. I would've thought he would've customized it a bit, but it was dull. Is this really his room?

"These should fit you. I can't fit them anymore." I jumped slightly as his sudden statement. He seemed to notice because he cocked an eyebrow at me. I took the clothes from his hand and flashed a smile. It was fake and I knew he knew it was fake. He narrowed his eyes at me, and I quickly changed the subject.

"Do you mind if I shower now," I asked? He stared at me for a moment before answering. His silence made me nervous, and I don't know why.

"No, go ahead. The soup should be fully warmed by then. The shower room is on the left."

I nodded and took my leave from the room. When I got into the bathroom and shut the door I let out a sigh. Safety. I walked over the counter and sat the clothes he had given me on it. I glanced up at the mirror and was shocked that I still looked presentable. I stared for a few minutes before I let my head fall into my hands. What the hell am I doing here?