CHAP 25

Zachary seemed like a mystery to me throughout the following weeks. He's more attentive and careful around me. He looked like he was under a curse, and I was the one who cast it. He did all I asked and looked for without complaining. Well, he used to do that, but this time he doesn't seem to care, even if I torture him. One time, I found him secretly ransacking our room; he seemed to be looking for something that I couldn't guess. In short, he's acting quite oddly.

"We're going to the farm today. Do you like to come?" Zachary asked while carrying a tray of food in his hand.

I looked up at him because I was sitting on the floor while playing with Angel. It was only six in the morning, but he had already taken a shower. Up to this day, I still can't get used to it when I see him in a jacket that isn't branded or looks new. He placed the tray on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. He tried to call Angel, but I quickly picked up the kitten and glared at him.

"Don't to