C39 Chapter 39

Matilda's pov 👠

I stand by the door of my kitchen, my hands placed on my waist...my mouth opens and closes.

I stare speechlessly at the thick smoke coming from the microwave.

My eyes move to Marcus, he's standing in a corner coughing lightly and blowing smoke off his face.

"D-darling, it's... it's..."

He swallowed his explanation as I throw him a fierce glare