Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 771 I Think We’re Getting Along

“Uh, what did you use to wash it? Seriously, can you stop bringing all sorts of weird sh*t from your place to our house? My grandfather’s health is at stake here! Even a single germ on that thing you called a bag might hurt him, and you bet your *as you’re not gonna be able to foot his hospital bill!”

Helplessly, Deirdre took the food out of the bag while Julia-not so much holding it but pinching it between her fingers-dropped the bag into the garbage bin.

“What’s that supposed to be?” she asked, her eyes set on Deirdre’s hands.

“My dinner,” she answered.

Julia snorted. “Well, guess I can’t fault you for thinking ahead. Your food isn’t included in our agreement,” she remarked. “You can put your food inside our fridge and then microwave it in the evening. Go.” “But my food’s still steaming. It’s not good to store it in the fridge when it’s still hot.” Deirdre hesitated for a moment and pulled the lid open.

“I should cool it first.”

to cool. She was about to set her lunchbox on the table when she heard someone’s

She

on purpose!? You knew I haven’t had my lunch yet, so you decided to embarrass

She mulled over a thought for a while before offering,” Hey, eat it. It’s still

place you live in or where you made it. Maybe it’s got bugs or germs or something!” Julia protested with her

be a pretty big problem if you tasted my dinner this one time and fell in love with it. Then

to toot your own horn?” “Even if I’m exaggerating, you won’t know. You’re not going to eat it anyway.” “Oh yeah!?” Julia

can a visually- impaired person make, anyway? If I reach for the salt bottle even once,

a small scoop of salad. She put it in her mouth-and the gate to her stomach seemed to just swing open. She started wolfing

I don’t like food that is too flavorful, so I didn’t

knew better than putting on airs when

try next week? I’ll make an extra portion