Chapter 0002

At the dining table, Hansel didn’t seem eased with what had been served for breakfast. “Where’s my pumpkin soup?”

“You mean cream of vegetable soup?”

“Cream of vegetable soup?”

“Yes, I know that Ms. Sutton makes that all the time. It’s the one made with pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and celery, right? Um, I don’t have as much time to prepare all the ingredients for that.

“The pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and garlic have to be roasted and freshly puréed beforehand; it’s best if it’s slow cooked the night before. And then the soup has to be stewed and slowly brought to a simmer over open fire for hours after that..

“I don’t have the same amount of patience that Ms. Sutton has to always be checking on the fire every few minutes. Also, what I make will probably still taste different from what she makes. On top of that

“Bring me some marmalade,” Hansel interrupted.

“Coming right up, Mr. Johnson.”

“Why does this taste so different?” Hansel glanced at the bottle packaging The packaging is wrong.”

“That jar is empty now. We only have this brand left.”

“Go and get two jars of the other one at the supermarket, then.”

“It can’t be found anywhere, Mr. Johnson.”

Hansel wasn’t amused, “Why not?”

Martha smiled rather awkwardly. “Ms. Sutton made the marmalade herself. I don’t know how wait, Mr. Johnson! Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast

first?”

“No.”

Martha watched in bewilderment as Hansel stormed up the stairs. Why did he lose his temper all of a sudden?

“Hey, you lazy bum, it’s time to get out of bed!”

Miranda flipped over in bed and didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Shut up. I want to sleep a while longer…”

Winter Jefferson, Miranda’s best friend, had already put on her makeup and was in the midst of choosing a purse to go with her outfit.

“It’s going to be 8:00 am. Don’t you need to rush home to make breakfast for your most beloved Mr. Johnson?”

Miranda used to stay the night at Winter’s place from time to time, but she’d always leave before the crack of dawn to make her usual cream of vegetable soup for Hansel, who was extremely prone to gastric problems.

The mere thought of it had always rendered Winter speechless. Was Hansel paralyzed? Or was he too dumb to order delivery on his own? Why did he have to go and make life difficult for Miranda?

words, he’d

bed. She shook her hand at Winter and said, “I’m

are you planning on

Miranda didn’t answer her.

back to sleep, then. I’ve left some breakfast for you on the table. I’m going to work now, and I won’t be back for dinner because I’ve got a date tonight. But you’ll probably be gone by

woke up due to

left for her and stared at the sun shining outside the windows. She couldn’t

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breakfast, she changed her

out the check for 50 million dollars. She wouldn’t be able

speak to your private banking account manager, please. I’d like

the bank manager himself, who offered her

a little bit, and he accepted

dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than the previous bank she went

owner of three black cards with 30 million dollars‘ worth of savings and 20 million dollars‘ worth of

this breakup was worth it after all.” She’d

membership, which was worth 2,000 dollars. She was immediately treated like a VIP and was allowed

others.

her long brown hair and large curls. This was the first time she hated how she

care of your hair. You look exactly like a

said he liked how it felt. Every time they had sex, he’d always thread his fingers through her

a lot of time grooming herself because of her long,

said, “Please cut it short, straighten it, and

how pretty it was. She wouldn’t stop

the hair salon, feeling like a weight had been

had a sale on, so she walked in and bought herself a white T–shirt and a pair

They matched the sport shoes

and

“Sol! We’re here!”

whizzed past Miranda. “What are all of

of visiting Dr. Young

hospital won’t let so many people in at the same time,” Solomon Hall said. “Here,

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

reverie. She hurried forward and asked the

at the pretty young lady talking to him.

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

is

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

by the way, which faculty are you from? Are

Solomon’s question. Instead, she turned

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