After he finished eating, he carried his plate to the kitchen to wash it out of habit. The moment she saw him, she rushed over to take it.
"I'll wash it. You go get some rest!"
He froze for a moment. She had already taken it, placed it under the faucet, and begun to rinse it.
When he was with Juliet Jennings, he was almost always the one to do these things. Juliet was completely spoiled, waited on hand and foot. He had gotten used to it and never thought much of it. But now, being cared for so meticulously by her, a strange feeling stirred in his heart.
He desperately wanted to ask her why she was so good to him, but he swallowed the words. 'Because I suddenly understand,' he thought. 'There's no special reason for loving someone. She's infatuated with me, just like I'm infatuated with Juliet Jennings. You meet them, you fall in love, and you can't pull yourself away.'
Seeing him just standing there motionless, Naomi Shaw said, a little embarrassed,
