"My hands have healed. Can I go back to the rental house?" She changed the subject.

His fingers, which were caressing her fingertips, stopped. "Why are you so eager to go back?"

"I'm fine now. There's no reason for me to stay here anymore," she said and bit her lip.

"You really want to leave?" His expression went cold.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Do you dislike living with me that much?" Even his voice had gone cold.

"I'm used to being alone," she replied.

He scoffed. "Used to being alone? If that's true, then you wouldn't have brought me back to the rental house. You were the one who said that you're lonely, so wanted some company. You also said that you wanted to be with me so that we could rely on each other. Have you forgotten that already?"

Her eyelashes shook slightly. Of course she had not forgotten. However, all that seemed like a joke now.

She stayed silent while he kept staring at her. The air was filled with that oppressive feeling once more.

He suddenly broke the silence