Titus didn’t press the topic any further.
After breakfast, Jennifer cleared the table and carried the dishes into the kitchen. As she stood at the sink, methodically washing each plate and pair of chopsticks, Titus followed her in and leaned against the doorway, watching her.
“There are people in the house to handle chores,” he said. “You don’t have to do everything yourself.”
Without looking back, Jennifer replied calmly, “If I didn’t personally keep an eye on your meals, you would’ve been drugged and taken advantage of countless times by now.”
“….”
Titus couldn’t argue with that.
There had indeed been attempts—more than a few. And among them, the most persistent and shameless was Renata.
