290 The Good News

 [In the Kitchen] 

When Juliana stepped into the kitchen with a vase on her hand, ready to bang it on anyone she bumped into, she widened her eyes in shock when she saw Owen. 

"You—" 

"Do you think that vase is going to protect you?" Owen said as he continued chopping the veggies he was planning on putting on the soap he was preparing for her. 

"I wasn't—" She quickly placed the vase down. "When did you come?" She wasn't expecting him to see him anytime soon. 

"When you were sleeping on my couch like a pig." He looked at her. "You were drooling too." 

Juliana touched the corner of her mouth and awkwardly cleared her throat. "I wasn't drooling." 

Owen smirked. "Go freshen up, your breakfast is almost ready." 

Without saying anything, she did what he asked her to which he found very weird and suspicious.