Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Brainless and a Failing Memory Eric got up while I was in a daze. He placed the cream and bandages on the coffee table before saying, "Keep these for yourself. Come to me if you need more."

"This is plenty. Thank you."

Feeling a little awkward, I shifted my gaze and quickly changed the subject. "Thank you for helping me move and treating my injury. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

To be honest, I owed him a favor from my past life. If he hadn't risked his life to save me from the fire, I might've died. I wouldn't have gotten a chance to see through the true colors of the hypocrites around me.

I'd never forget the favor he did me. How could a few meals ever repay such profound kindness?

Eric nodded and replied in his usual cocky manner, "Alright. But just so you know, there's a long line of people waiting to treat me to a meal. Make sure you book two days in advance, or my assistant won't be able to fit you into my schedule."

I rolled my eyes and cheekily replied, "Got it, Mr. Flint!"

but he was kind, and I didn't take his words too seriously. The atmosphere lightened a little

scattered items and placing

long after. It was from

was to decline, but I wondered if he could be calling about the divorce.

answer.

soon as I picked up, Jeremiah's barrage of accusations hit me like a storm. "You know full well that Elsa is allergic to rose scents, yet you gave her a necklace sprayed with rose perfume. What exactly are you up to?

to Wellness Hospital and

had started causing trouble after receiving

allergy as an excuse to frame me was plain stupid.

enough that you don't have a brain, but

such a sarcastic tone, and he immediately lost his temper. "What do you mean by that? Are you refusing to admit to your

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