“Zoe, you’re not that shallow, are you? Mr. Hayward is only a little less rich than Mr. Dolton.” Myra tried to reason.
I nced at her and decided to be blunt. “I’m all about the money. Without it, even someone who looks like a god wouldn’t impress me.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Josh happened to look over. It seemed like he’d heard me.
I didn’t flinch. There was no chance between us, so if he heard and dropped whatever thoughts he had, then fine by me.
I wasn’t oblivious. Between the casual touches and today’s medicine-spraying session, it was clear he was interested.
“Zoe, you’re so shallow,” Myra grumbled.
I didn’t respond, nor did I look at Josh.
Myra’s phone rang, and she nced at the caller ID. “It’s Mr. Lipsy.”
I thought, ‘Davy?’
“… Yes, I’m here, in the A-section of the family area at the amusement park. Is there something you need, Mr. Lipsy? …Okay,e over then.” After hanging up, Myra looked at me. “Mr. Lipsy is looking for you.”
I thought, ‘Davy is looking for me?’ I had no idea why. I hoped it wasn’t something to do with Alvin. But then I thought about it-since this morning I told Alvin not to bother me, it probably wasn’t him who sent Davy.
Before long, Davy appeared, holding a lunchbox. “Ms. Kemp, Mrs. Dolton asked me to bring you this soup. It’s good for your health”
I thought, ‘From Michelle? She hasn’t contacted me, so how would she know I am having ulcers? It must have been Alvin who told her.
‘If this was from him, I could send it back with Davy. But if it is from Michelle, I can’t do that.’
“Thanks. I’ll take it,” I said, epting the soup.
Davy didn’t leave right away, though. He seemed like he wanted to say something. I could tell he felt guilty about taking me to the Saltwater Spring, so I quickly reassured him, “Mr. Lipsy, don’t overthink it.”
“Ms. Kemp, I…”
“It has nothing to do with you. If you keep worrying about it, that’s on you.”
I made it clear, and Davy didn’t say anything else. He just added, “You should drink the soup, Ms. Kemp. It’s especially good for you.”
He left, and Myra, who thought she knew everything, immediately said, “Zoe, this soup is definitely from Mr. Dolton.”
I thought, ‘As if I didn’t know that?’
“Zoe, Mr. Dolton’s not giving up on you. He probably wants to keep you as a backup,” Myra said, sounding surprisingly clear- headed.
I smiled bitterly, thinking, ‘What does he think I am? A backup n?’
Myra’s order hadn’t arrived yet, so I decided to drink the soup. I called over to Josh, “Do you want a bowl?”
“No need,” he replied tly, shutting me down.
I didn’t push it. I just shared the soup with Myra. Before I’d even finished the bowl, she nudged me with her elbow. “Zoe, Zoe, herees another handsome guy.”
I wasn’t surprised by her theatrics, but I still followed her gaze. And then I froze-it was Philip.
He smiled at me, and that smile was as warm as spring sunshine. “You can’t just drink soup, can you?”
As he said this, I noticed he was holding a food box. “My mom made pizza.”
“Why did Mrs. Dolton send the soup and pizza separately?” Myra said without thinking, her mouth moving faster than her brain.
Philip didn’t quite understand. “What?”
But I understood perfectly. The soup I’d been drinking wasn’t made by Michelle at all—it was a lie Alvin had told Davy to pass on. He probably thought I’d refuse to drink it if I knew the truth.
“Nothing. I was just craving pizza,” I said, taking the food box from Philip and opening it. The smell of the pizza hit me immediately. Despite the difort in my mouth, I couldn’t resist.
I grabbed one with my hand and bit into it, but the sharp vor of the filling immediately irritated my mouth ulcers, and the juice from the pizza leaked out.
Before I could react, Philip reached over and wiped the corner of my mouth where the sauce had spilled.
Just then, a cold voice interrupted. “Your mouth still hasn’t healed, and you’re eating without washing your hands. You really don’t care, do you?” It was Josh’s voice, cold and dismissive.
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