Reality is indeed different from fiction. Regardless of the female lead, the male lead, or the side characters, their fate lies in the author’s hands.

“I’m not gabbing with you any longer. Get the takeout for me when it arrives. I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Amelia plopped down on Tiffany’s one and only bed and dozed off in a matter of seconds.

Sometime later, Amelia was woken up by the fragrant smell of food. She walked out of the bedroom groggily, just in time to see Tiffany setting the dining table.

“Tiff, you cooked? Didn’t I say to order takeout?” Amelia asked, perplexed.

“Well, you’re jilted. I figured I better comfort you with home-cooked food instead.” Tiffany smiled.

“The only time you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your manuscripts. What’s

and come eat. Keep yapping on and you

you cooked. How could I miss it? But hold up—are they actually edible?” Having thrown out her

lost!” Tiffany shook her head, but her lips curved into a

off, she could seriously consider being a chef instead.

made, Tiff. I didn’t expect your food to still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented.

born with the gift like a packaged deal. Besides, compared to you who could set fire in the kitchen by simply boiling water, it’s not that hard for me to be

“Tiff, do you think I could win Oscar Clinton’s

to do the work. When would he need your contribution? If I must say, you should divorce him as soon as possible and earn a comfortable sum of alimony. You’ve been married for four years. Don’t wait until you lose both the man and the money and

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