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?

he’d just been spoiled

still reluctant to get up from bed. She shook her hand at Winter and said, “I’m not going back. We broke

planning on staying broken up

Miranda didn’t answer her.

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 then, so just

Miranda woke up due to

her and stared at the sun shining outside the

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she changed her clothes and

50 million dollars. She wouldn’t be able to rest until she had the money

said, “I’d like to speak to

bank manager himself, who offered her

the rate by a little bit,

and deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than

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

it after all.”

walked past an extremely popular hair salon and went in. She signed up for their membership, which was worth 2,000 dollars. She was immediately treated like a

others.

long brown hair

taken such good care of your hair. You

her hair like this because Hansel liked it. He said he liked how it felt. Every time they had sex, he’d always thread his

also meant she always had to spend a lot

the hairdresser and said, “Please cut it short, straighten it, and dye it

was. She wouldn’t stop anyone. from looking like a doll, but she was

hair salon, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her

to walk past a clothing boutique that had a sale on, so she walked in and bought herself a white

wore them straight out of the shop. They matched the sport shoes she was wearing today,

students rode their bicycles in and out of the gates as the sun set in

“Sol! We’re here!”

man suddenly whizzed past Miranda. “What are

of visiting Dr. Young together,

let so many people in at the same time,” Solomon Hall said. “Here, I’ll

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

out of her reverie. She hurried forward and asked the students, “Who did you say

him. He was tongue–tied for

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

is

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

way, which faculty are you from? Are you alto one

didn’t answer Solomon’s question. Instead, she turned around and ran

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