The time now was 1:06 in the morning.
It was really unsafe for a pretty girl like me to open the door for a male delivery man late at night.
So, I still asked him to leave the takeout at the door.
As soon as he disappeared, I quickly took back the plastic bag.
Hurrying to open the package, I craved to find out whether it was the hot dog I longed for with trembling fingers.
However, it was some chicken nuggets.
The chicken nuggets also looked wonderful and smelt tasty.
My saliva slipped out of my mouth again.
I ate a nugget with the sweet and sour sauce and was stunned by how tasty it was. After savoring it in my mouth, I reluctantly swallowed it.
The unbearable feeling of hunger disappeared instantly.
However, no matter how slowly I ate the chicken nuggets, there were only eight of them, and I finished eating in less than ten minutes.
I reached out and dipped my fingers in the sauce on the edge of the bowl, then put them in my mouth to lick several times.
As the hunger vanished, I closed the takeout box.
There was a short message on it, too. "Lillian, I prepared those nuggets for you. Do you like them? Are you still hungry?"
I became sober from the frenzy of hunger and looked at the small words above, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Who ordered the takeout for me?
I took out my phone, hesitated for a while and sent a text message to Dylan Roberts, my boyfriend: [Dylan, did you order some chicken nuggets for me?]
He didn't reply to me instantly, so I had to force myself to sleep with uneasiness.
After all, I was a white-collar worker, not a housewife who only revolved around her husband.
I was woken up by the growling of my stomach, even though I had a greasy midnight snack a few hours ago. My stomach was empty after sleeping, as if I had eaten nothing the night before.
Walking into the elevator in my high heels with unsteady steps, I saw the housewife, Nora Jones, I met in the elevator yesterday.
I nodded to her as a greeting, and then stood behind her.
She smelt good...
"What are you doing!" She yelled and pushed me away.
I staggered back a few steps and looked at Nora without knowing what was going on. She was wiping the water from the back of her neck.
It seemed that I was so close to her that my saliva dripped on her neck.
The disgust on her face slowly turned into worry. "Are you hungry?"
Blinking slowly, I repeated in a low voice, "I'm hungry... You smell so good."