Natalie's boyfriend made her furious on a high scale. She felt pity for him since he couldn't finish his work on time.

To make things worse, there was a power outage on his street. She could see how stressed out he was. He had until the end of September to meet a deadline, which was in three days. She decided to prepare lunch and dinner for him.

"Natalie, wake up." Natalie felt her shoulder being shaken forcibly. Jack hissed in anger. This time, he shook her more forcefully, "Wake up! I don't understand how you can be so deep in sleep." Natalie, still feeling fuzzy from being woken up, raised her brows in confusion. She glanced at the window; it was barely morning. Why was her boyfriend waking her up at this time? She turned and stared at him, watching his lips move. "I am hungry." Still waiting for a response from his girlfriend, he urged her again. Natalie became confused. She thought back to when she had previously told her boyfriend there were leftovers in the fridge and all he had to do was warm them in the microwave. Was it possible that she had made a mistake? "No," she shook her head, affirming to herself that she hadn’t forgotten to remind him. She remembered telling him.

"Well, I don’t want the leftovers. I want to eat fried rice and chicken," Jackson said, beginning to count down while waiting for his girlfriend to agree, knowing full well she would do anything to make him happy. Natalie got down from the bed, placing her hands on her head. "What did you just say?" Natalie found it difficult to believe what Jackson had just said. Feeling he had made his message clear, he stood up and walked out of the room with a smirk on his face. He began to regret not increasing the stakes of the bet he made with his friends. As he got downstairs, waiting for Natalie to start cooking for him at 2:30 a.m., he waited for close to 40 minutes without seeing a shadow of her in the kitchen. Wondering what was taking so long, he walked back into the bedroom to find Natalie packing his luggage. His heart began to beat rapidly; fear gripped his soul. What was happening? This was never part of the plan. He just couldn’t understand why she was reacting this way. Wasn’t she supposed to be in the kitchen cooking for him?

"Babe, what's going on? Why are you packing my stuff?"

Natalie turned to him with a smile creeping up her lips. "I just thought you need to see the doctor."

"What do you mean?"

Natalie stood up. "Jackson, when was the last time you saw a doctor?"

Jack swallowed, not understanding the reason for the question. "I can't remember."

"That's bad. I think you need to see one at the moment."

With the blue bag in her hands, she walked down the stairs. "Come with me." It took Jack five minutes to grasp the meaning of her words. With anger in his voice, he grabbed her arm forcefully. "What do you mean?"

"Get your hands off me!" she screamed, which startled Jackson. He let go. Opening the door, she heard the clap of thunder in the sky. Dropping the bag outside, she said, "Get out," her voice trembling. Natalie couldn’t believe her boyfriend had woken her up at 2:30 a.m. to cook for him, knowing full well she had to be at the office by seven. Jackson took his bag and stepped outside, still in disbelief that Natalie would drive him out of the house. Just as he was thinking of calling his friends to ask if he could crash at their place, he received a video call.

"How did it go? Did she take the bait and cook for you?" Jackson heard a roar of laughter in the background. Seeing the expression on Jackson's face, they knew instantly that something was wrong.

"What's the matter? Don’t tell me she didn’t cook for you?" Benjamin asked in shock. He didn’t want to believe Natalie would refuse to cook for her boyfriend at that time. To him, Natalie was an easy girl: shy, friendly, and hardly ever said no.

"Yes, she refused and drove me out. Now I don’t have a place to crash." Everyone on the call fell silent, finding it hard to believe that Natalie would do such a thing.