Revenge is best served cold

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!"

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

up the scattered items and placing them where I directed, Eric

not long after. It

first instinct was to decline, but I wondered if he could

answer.

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? There should be a limit to messing around. Don't you know severe

you? Come to Wellness Hospital

seemed Elsa had started causing trouble after receiving the necklace. She couldn't

was plain stupid. Jeremiah wouldn't have fallen for this if he

snorted. "It's bad enough that you don't have a brain, but has your memory started failing? Are you

sarcastic tone, and he immediately lost his temper. "What do you mean