He Let Her Cross Every Line, So I Crossed Him Out of My Life Chapter 2

I was a good girl, packed up my things and took a cab home by myself. Jason still wasn’t back.

I didn’t call to ask where he was or nag him to come home like usual. I just whipped up something to eat, had a decent meal, showered, and hit the sack. With no one on my mind to fret over, I slept like a log and had sweet dreams.

Early the next morning, I heard the keypad lock beep. Jason pushed open my bedroom door. "Emma?"

"Hmm? You’re back?"

I didn’t jump up to greet him all happy like usual. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. He stood in the doorway. "Chloe had another episode yesterday. I was worried she might do something stupid, so I got held up. Sorry."

"Mm."

My tone was flat. Jason tried to explain, "I know you’re pissed, but Chloe really needed someone there."

I laughed and glanced at him. "Pissed? What’s there to be pissed about? A brother looking out for his sister—isn’t that normal?"

Jason was quiet for a moment. "Emma, I know I’ve been slacking lately..."

"Go get some sleep," I cut him off. "I need to catch up on my rest too."

Jason felt weirdly irritated. I’d never been this ice-cold to him before.

When I woke up, I saw a table full of breakfast spread. Jason had cooked it himself. I was pretty surprised. In the past, I’d always bug him to cook for me, but he’d brush me off. "Emma, do you really have to have something I cooked? You’re not a kid anymore. Can’t you just make your own food?"

"I’m wiped out from work every day."

But he, who was even more wiped out, could still dash to Chloe’s place to cook her a feast with one call. So it wasn’t that he was too tired—he just didn’t want to cook for me.

"Emma, I made all your favorites. Hurry up and wash up."

"Mm, thanks for going through the trouble." After washing up, Jason personally dished out rice and soup for me—treatment I’d never gotten before.

Jason put a piece of eggplant in my bowl. "Emma, this is the eggplant you love. Have more."

I smiled and put it back in his bowl. "I’ve never liked eggplant. It must be Chloe who likes it. You got us mixed up."