Later that night.

Benjamin was on the couch, looking at Rebecca doing her work. She realized what he was doing, but ignored him.

“Is there any chance that we are going to live in a separate house?” Benjamin asked.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. “Where did such a question come from?”

“Your family members don’t seem to like me,” Benjamin calmly explained it to her. “You do know that, right? They make it so obvious. So, I think it’s better if we live in a different house. I think after some time, they will accept me. Even if they don’t, it’s fine. But if we keep living here, I think it’ll cause further problems.”

“What kind of problems?” she asked.

“You can see that they’re insulting me, can’t you?” Benjamin softly. “Your mom, your sister-in-law and her mother and daughter… They all are on one side. They don’t like me, and I don’t understand what exactly goes on in their minds.”

“Are you angry because they didn’t take your pizza?” she asked, looking at him without blinking.

“No. It was th