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Jason only said, “Go think about what you’ve
done,” before helping Tiffany leave.
I thought that would be the last I’d see of
them before my departure.
I was wrong.
After getting an IV drip at the hospital and
returning home, I found Tiffany sitting on
Jason’s lap, all lovey–dovey.
They separated reluctantly when they heard
my cough.
“Why so late? We’ve been waiting.”
Jason glanced at me, no sign of guilt.
I chuckled, “Waiting for me? To catch you
two sneaking around?”
“You!” He tried to retort, but stopped.
“Wash your hands and make some shrimp
porridge. Tiffany’s upset and doesn’t feel like
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eating anything else.”
I rolled my eyes. “What she wants has nothing
to do with me. I’m not her maid.”
My immediate refusal shocked him. His face
darkened.
Even knowing the request was absurd, he
couldn’t back down. He’d promised Tiffany.
He pulled me aside. “Still mad about
yesterday? I’ll apologize…”
I looked straight into his eyes.
Before, I was always the first to apologize,
regardless of who was right.
This was his first apology, but only to get me
to cook for Tiffany.
Love wasn’t about how much you gave.
Some people got everything without lifting a
finger.
“Apology accepted. But I’m not making the
porridge…” I refused coldly.
“Honey, I don’t want it. Don’t bother, sis.”
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“Sis doesn’t like me. I’ll go now.”
Tiffany lowered her head, her delicate frame
appearing fragile and pitiable.
Jason quickly pulled her close. “It’s late. It’s
not safe for you to go home. I’ll have the
housekeeper set up a room for you tonight.”
Tiffany, previously meek, now looked
arrogant. Then, she feigned vulnerability.
“Forget it. Sis will be mad.”
I ignored them and walked away. Jason
grabbed my arm.
“Lindsay, anything to say?”
Seeing my confused look, his face turned
stern.
“Tiffany’s just a young girl. Helping her out is
the right thing to do.”
“It’s late… she wants to stay, just agree. Why
give her a hard time?”
I said impatiently, “I’m tired. Do what you
want. Sleep with Tiffany, get engaged, get
married–I don’t care anymore.”
Jason froze, his face turning grim.
Before he could speak, Tiffany grabbed my
hand.
“Honey, I want to sleep in your room. I’m
scared in a strange place…”
I expected Jason to refuse, but he just stood
there, silent. My heart numbed.
I met Tiffany’s gaze, calmly pulling away.
“Fine. Do what makes you happy. I’ll sleep in
the study. Just don’t touch my things.”
