"What's wrong with you?" He asked but she never answered. "I want to go finish cleaning the kitchen," she muttered instead. He looked a little furious but that was how his face actually was. She lowered her gaze as she fiddled with her fingers. "Come let me take you home. You need to get some rest." He started walking to the door without waiting to hear what she had to say. She had no choice but to follow him. Luckily, she was done with everything except mopping the kitchen. He was already ...