"My hands have healed. Can I go back to the rental house?" She changed the subject.

His fingers, which were caressing her fingertips, stopped. "Why are you so eager to go back?"

"I'm fine now. There's no reason for me to stay here anymore," she said and bit her lip.

"You really want to leave?" His expression went cold.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Do you dislike living with me that much?" Even his voice had gone cold.

"I'm used to being alone," she replied.

He scoffed. "Used to being alone? If th