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.

you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your manuscripts. What’s gotten into you

wash your face and come eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about

miss it? But hold up—are they actually edible?” Having

her head, but her lips curved into a

off, she could seriously consider being a chef instead. Based on the magic she’d worked in the kitchen that night, it wouldn’t be too bad

still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented. “I have

Besides, compared to you who could set fire in the kitchen

before abruptly adding, “Tiff, do you think I could win Oscar Clinton’s heart if I pick up

food, he has plenty of servants to do the work. When would he need your contribution? If I must

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