"You're such a kind person, Louis," I told him, squeezing his shoulder.
We returned to the kitchen that was a mess."Anyway, I have to take care of the dishes and the kitchen."
"I'll help," Louis offered.
He then awkwardly stood in the middle of the kitchen as if unsure what to do next.
"Do you know how to clean?" I asked him mockingly. Did a wealthy man like him know how to clean himself? I asked myself.
His eyes narrowed at me. "I'm not helpless, Jasmine," he told me. "I was just thinking of where we should start from.
"Oh really?" I asked him and chuckled.
"We can start by clearing up the dishes," I suggested.
