Chapter 50 Are You Done, Mr Andrew?
Chapter 50 Are You Done, Mr Andrew?
But that was all there was to it.
Every time Chris tried to get closer, Tracy stayed cold and distant.
Chris didn’t get mad about it.
After all, she used to be the Jackmans‘ spoiled little princess–of course, she wouldn’t open up easily.
He decided to take it slow. When he drove her to and from work, he always brought her a bouquet of 99 bright red roses.
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“I didn’t know your favorite flowers, so I picked the ones that say how I feel best. Tell me what you like, and I’ll get those next time.”
Those bold, fiery roses in his hands, along with his polite, thoughtful words, made a lot of people jealous–even ones who didn’t know their story.
Looking at that familiar face in front of her, Tracy almost felt her feelings break through a few times.
She squeezed her own hand tight, forced a smile, and took the flowers. “This is enough. Thank you, Mr. Woodward.“.
Chris’s face lit up with happiness.
After dropping her off at the Jackmans, he even helped her out of the car.
Before, Tracy always opened the door herself. But this time, seeing Chris’s hand reach out, she quickly handed him the heavy bouquet. “It’s pretty heavy. Thanks for holding these, Mr. Woodward.”
Chris’s expression stiffened for a moment, then softened again, keeping his gentle
smile.
He walked her up to the Jackmans‘ front door and handed her the flowers. “If you like them, I’ll bring more tomorrow,”
Without thinking, Tracy bit her lip and nodded.
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She refused his offer to walk her inside. Holding the bright red roses close, she hurried away.
Just around the corner, she bumped right into Andrew, who was standing there with a dark, serious look.
He stared coldly at her. “What’s going on between you and the Woodward guy?”
Tracy hugged the flowers tighter, her face unreadable. “Mr. Andrew, didn’t you <i>see </i>everything yourself?”
If he were just asking <i>a </i><i>normal </i><i>question</i>, <i>he </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>look </i><i>like </i><i>that</i>.
Sure enough, Andrew’s face darkened even more.
He’d been standing there since Chris’s car arrived, watching their interaction–and that sharp, bright bouquet of roses.
He was an adult and knew exactly what it meant, so he couldn’t hide his anger.
For Tracy’s sake, he hadn’t shown up sooner, but her attitude made him even angrier.
“What do you mean? Are you nning to date him? Do you even understand Chris and the Woodwards?”
His questions came fast, each word burning with anger Tracy.
But Tracy stayed calm. “My rtionship with Chris is
my own business.
“Mr. Andrew, don’t worry–I’m not a Jackman. I won’t drag you all into this.”
“Why do you have to be so sarcastic?”
Andrew suddenly lost his temper and swung his hand, knocking the bouquet out
of her arms.
That big bundle of 99 roses was heavy and bulky, like a hammer hitting Tracy’s forearm. The stiff wrapping paper scraped across her chin and cheek, leaving deep
red marks.
Anyone with a heart would’ve noticed those clear bruises.
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But Andrew just red at her angrily. “Mom and Dad changed yourst name only because you bullied Erin and made mistakes. They had to exin to Erin.
“You grew up with the Jackmans; Mom and Dad treated you like their own daughter. Why can’t you be a little considerate?”
The burning pain on her chin and cheek was nothing new to Tracy; she’d long learned to ignore it.
“In your eyes, is it so wrong for me to choose my own friends? How does it mean I’m not being considerate about Mr. and Mrs. Jackman?”
“Just friends? Why would a friend give you such a huge bouquet?” Andrew looked disgusted. “Mom and Dad may have changed your name, but they didn’t kick you out. They still see you as their daughter.
“But you don’t appreciate it. You put yourself down, epting favors from a man you barely know.”
He pushed up his sses with frustration. “The Woodwards have some status in Cloudville, but they’re not even half as powerful as our family. How did your standards get so low, chasing after their empty pride?”
To Andrew, the proud Tracy who once looked down on everyone was only interested in Chris because she thought the Jackmans had abandoned her. She couldn’t let go of her past luxury and power, so she clung to Chris’s attention.
I can’t believe we <i>raised </i><i>her </i><i>for </i><i>18 </i><i>years </i><i>only </i><i>to </i><i>have </i><i>her </i><i>be </i><i>so </i>shallow and vain.
Andrew sighed heavily, his eyes full of disappointment. “Tracy, when will you finally grow up and stop making mistakes?”
His familiar tone and expression stabbed into Tracy’s heart like a knife–it was so painful.
But she’d long been numb to that pain.
<i>To </i><i>Andrew</i><i>, </i><i>no </i><i>matter </i>what <i>I </i><i>say </i><i>or </i><i>do</i><i>, </i><i>I’m </i>always <i>wrong </i>and childish<i>. </i><i>My </i><i>exnations </i><i>are </i><i>just </i><i>excuses </i>to <i>him</i>.
<i>If </i><i>that’s </i><i>how </i><i>he </i><i>sees </i>me, what <i>is </i><i>left </i><i>to </i><i>say</i><i>? </i>
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Tracy quietly met his gaze. “Are you done, Mr. Andrew?”
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