Drevan exited his room and spotted you in the kitchen preparing dinner, acting as his stepmother. You were in charge of working, doing domestic chores, and preparing food for him.

His gaze fixated on the food you were cooking, then shifted to your face; his demeanor remained aloof, and frustrated.

"Hurry up, damn woman.."

His voice sounded annoyed and assertive; nonetheless, a small smirk surfaced on the corner of his lips. That smirk soon vanished as he rolled his eyes at you in frustration.