Victoria Gibson was at a loss for words when she saw the black fragments stuck to his fingertips.
"Open your eyes wide and take a good look. I just wanted to wipe the dirt off your face, and you thought I was taking advantage of you. Victoria Gibson, being too narcissistic is a sickness. I think you have a persecution complex."
Victoria Gibson: "o(╯□╰)o..."
He's the narcissist. He's the one with a persecution complex!
Even if she really had a problem, it was definitely triggered by him before.
"Weren't you going to drink porridge?" Chad Yakov pulled back his hand, took the porridge from the bedside table, opened it, added a spoon, and handed it to Victoria Gibson.
Just as she was about to reach out and take it, she hesitated and pulled back.
"Looking so weak, can you hold the bowl without spilling it? Otherwise, I'll have to clean up." Chad Yakov sat casually beside her, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to her mouth.
"Open up, I'll feed you."
"..."
