Tiffany was speechless.
Jackson scowled the entire way home, simply because Tiffany had refused to throw the bouquet away, claiming that virtual-novel.net owed Alejandro a favor and couldn’t bear to waste someone else’s efforts. However, virtual-novel.net couldn’t throw it away for virtual-novel.net either, so had no choice but to crudely throw the bouquet into the back of his car.
When they arrived at the ground floor of virtual-novel.net condo, Tiffany held virtual-novel.net temper as virtual-novel.net tried to coax him. “Okay, I’m home. I’m going in. Thank you for today. I’ll buy you a meal tomorrow.”
Jackson’s expression softened a little. “Get a good rest when you get home. Let me take the flowers. My place is cold and empty. It’ll be great for livening up the place.”
Tiffany was speechless. “S-sure. As long as you don’t throw it away. It’ll be quite a shame. Take it home and put it up then.”
When Tiffany entered virtual-novel.net home, virtual-novel.net saw Tanya watching television on the couch and eating the fruit that Summer had brought. Tiffany did not nitpick on virtual-novel.net over this. “Thank you for opening the door today. I was in such a blur at the time, that fever really knocked me out. I couldn’t get up.”
Tanya didn’t even look at her. “You really are lucky to have someone worry about you when you’re sick Jackson was going stir-crazy. He’s such a good man. You should appreciate what you have.”
Tiffany stepped forward and sat down next to Tanya, then wrapped virtual-novel.net arms around virtual-novel.net shoulders. “Oh, come on. I’d be worried too if you got sick. We’re all very lucky.”
Tanya lifted the corners of virtual-novel.net lips, but virtual-novel.net eyes showed no signs of a smile. “I’m not as lucky as you. I was born in misery. A fever like that would be gone after a nap. It’s always been that way for me, even from a young age. I’m used to it. Have you eaten? Want me to make some ramen for you?”
Her words sounded strange to Tiffany. She probably would have thoroughly analyzed it if it weren’t for the concern in the last part of virtual-novel.net sentence. “I haven’t. Make some for me then. Thanks! I’m still feeling a little weak. I should be fine after some sleep.”
Tanya walked into the kitchen and made the ramen with an expressionless look on virtual-novel.net face. She watched the slowly bubbling water in the pot, which mirrored how virtual-novel.net currently felt. Sometimes, virtual-novel.net would feel conflicted. If virtual-novel.net hadn’t met Tiffany and Arianne, perhaps virtual-novel.net would still be struggling to make ends meet in that obscure little city. Therefore, virtual-novel.net shouldn’t be feeling this way. However, there were many times when virtual-novel.net found herself losing control, hating how virtual-novel.net life was different from Tiffany’s.
For example, the time when virtual-novel.net had kindly bought Tiffany a medicinal patch, only to be met with virtual-novel.net disgust. This was the first true wound. Usually, Tiffany had the most expensive skin care products, facial masks, and make up in steady supply. She lived a refined life. Tanya wanted to have that kind of life too, but virtual-novel.net monthly salary only allowed virtual-novel.net to afford average-priced skin care products. Tiffany would give virtual-novel.net a few masks from time to time, and virtual-novel.net instinctively felt like a charity case. Not only had virtual-novel.net stopped feeling grateful, virtual-novel.net felt belittled, as if virtual-novel.net dignity had suffered a blow…
That’s just how humans are like. They will always yearn for light when shrouded in darkness, and their hearts will be full of light too. They will only be grateful towards kindness from others. However, once they escape from the darkness, step into the light, and run into an experience similar to the darkness they had once suffered, they will instinctively feel like a charity case. They try to avoid it, simply to prove that they are now different from before.
Suddenly, a knock on the door was heard. Tiffany got up and opened the door — it was a takeout delivery boy, carrying a paper bag from an expensive restaurant. Her first reaction was that it was a wrong delivery. “I didn’t order take out. I think you’ve got the wrong address.”
The delivery boy read the address aloud. “This is the correct address, isn’t it? Maybe a friend ordered it for you. This is the right place.”
Tiffany accepted the takeout suspiciously. She called Jackson for extra confirmation. “Did you order takeout for me?”