"Where are you all going? Is it back to the apartment? I wanna go there too!" "What for? It's the holidays. Why do you want to join us instead of going home?" Timothy, being the dense guy he was, retorted.

It made Zaylynn so angry that she wanted to cry. "It's none of your business! I wanna go back there with you guys! I ordered a barbecue. Since the holidays are starting soon, I want all of us to gather one last time before we split up."

"Sure. You can sit behind Timothy," Susan suggested.

And so the four of them headed back to the apartment.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Susan still prepared a few dishes because she was worried Ian wouldn't enjoy barbecued food. She thought the food might be too heavy on the flavor department, so she prepared a couple of dishes that she knew he liked.

Once everything was set up, everyone had a great time eating.

"So now that the holidays are right on our doorstep, what plans do you guys have in mind?" The liveliest person in the group, Zaylynn, brought up the topic first.

Timothy was eating grilled fish when he heard that. He answered, "I'm going to get a part-time job, of course. Not everyone is as rich as you, Zaylynn."

"You-"

"All right, Timothy. Why do you have to act like a child every time? Zaylynn's a girl. You have to treat her better," Susan advised in order to prevent another fight between them from occurring.

Only then did Timothy stop.

your part-time job? If you don't mind, you can

"Really?" Timothy's eyes sparkled.

family was a famous local hotel. Otherwise, the Neal family wouldn't have

to work in an internet cafe for the summer. He probably needs to work at

with their computer system. My dad was planning to hire someone at a high price to deal with that." Zaylynn was quite happy that her seniors

went to her place,

to your family’s hotel while I stick with my original

you going?" Zaylynn

anything so far, but his expression looked relaxed as

said before quickly glancing in Ian's

Clank!

His response was straightforward.

knife in his hand on the table, his cold, handsome face covered in a layer

and Timothy were both

a chill ran down her spine as her fingertips turned

"Why?" Ian questioned.

"Huh?"

was preventing her from speaking properly. "1-1

I'm sorry, Ian,

yourself!" That was all he could muster as disappointment filled

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