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Andrew’s face darkened with rage. His usual cool–headedness was almost swallowed up by frustration and anger.
His fury boiled over when he spotted Tracy carrying grocery bags. She was giggling and talking with some guy as they left the supermarket.
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He jumped out of his car without looking. He nearly caused the vehicle behind him to smash into his door when it couldn’t stop fast enough.
Ignoring the honks and yells from the driver behind, he marched right up and grabbed Tracy’s wrist. “Come home with me!”
Andrew appeared out of nowhere and squeezed her wrist so tightly that her grocery bags slipped and crashed to the pavement.
The eggs they’d just bought shattered. They spilled a gooey puddle across the sidewalk.
Tracy’s expression turned cold. She stumbled a couple of steps to catch her bnce, then shook off Andrew’s hand. “Is there something you need, Mr. Andrew?<b>” </b>
Her icy, standoffish vibe was like adding fuel to Andrew’s zing temper.
“Tracy, how long are you going to keep pulling this stunt?”
Raised as the Jackmans‘ heir from a young age, Andrew seldom lost his cool in public–especially not out in the open like this.
But Tracy just thought he was being absurd.
Lately, she’d been tied up digging into Walter’s crash and hadn’t set foot in the Jackman Vi much. What could she have possibly done wrong this time?
Right as Tracy opened her mouth to respond, Ronald jumped in. “Hey, mister, from where I’m standing, you’re the one making a scene here.”
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He positioned himself between them like a shield. He eyed Andrew warily. “You just grabbed Tracy and tried to drag her off. You’re not some creep trying to kidnap her, are you?”
Andrew’s expression soured. He shot Ronald a chilling, intimidating stare.
Having been the CEO of Jackman Enterprise for years, Andrew was used to having amanding presence. When he got serious, most folks couldn’t meet his eyes.
But Ronald shrugged it off like it was nothing. He nced sadly at the smashed eggs on the ground. “Those were real farm–fresh eggs that Tracy worked hard to pay for. Don’t you think you owe us for them?”
He stuck out his hand boldly toward Andrew. He added, “The eggs are ruined, so we’ll need to buy more. And don’t forget to toss in a bit for the emotional damage.”
His cheeky demand for cash didn’te off as greedy on his bright, boyish face. It actually felt pretty genuine.
That sincerity strangely brought back memories of the Tracy he used to know.
His heart skipped a beat. Panic hit him, though he couldn’t figure out why.
He hid his confusion behind his anger. “You have the nerve to try and hustle me? Tracy, where’d you dig up this loser?!”
Ronald didn’t re up at the insult. Instead, he puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course, Tracy chose me specially. I’m her favorite.
“Unlike you, some rude guy who popped up out of nowhere. Can’t you tell how ticked off Tracy is?”
No one had ever sassed Andrew so boldly before. It left him speechless for a second.
Tracy had been fuming at first. But with this guy shielding her, her anger faded. Even the ache in her wrist from Andrew’s grip eased up.
Today was one of those rare good days. She wasn’t about to let anyone spoil it.
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She tugged at Ronald’s sleeve. “Let’s go, we should go back.”
Ronald, who’d been all bold seconds ago, softened instantly like a kitten. He nodded agreeably at Tracy. “Whatever you say, Tracy.”
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He nced at Andrew, who stood there zoned out. A shadowy flicker crossed Ronald’s lively eyes, gone in a blink.
Tracy didn’t give Andrew a second look. She spun around to walk off with Ronald.
Andrew never imagined she’d brush him off like that. For a second, his heart sank.
His mind drifted to the old days.
Whenever he dragged himself home, wiped out from work, Tracy would hand him a warm mug of milk. She’d sweetly call him “Broski.”
She’d even learned massage techniques just to ease his headaches.
He was the one she relied on the most.
She’d never ignored him like this before.
Tracy pulled some cash from her pocket and handed it to Ronald. “Here, take this and grab more eggs. I’ll head home with the rest of the stuff.”
Her words jolted Andrew out of his daze. Panic surged through him. He lunged forward without thinking to cut them off.
In the same instant, Ronald blocked his way. “We told you there’s no need to pay up. What more do you want?”
“I …” Andrew tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.
He hadn’t nned what to say. Some gut feeling just pushed him to block them. It was like an inner voice urging him on.
After a moment of silence<b>, </b>his eyesnded on the cash in Ronald’s grip. He suddenly had an idea for an argument.
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He stared at Tracy with disappointment written all over his face. “This is how you’re spending the money the Jackmans gave you?
“You’re using it on this sketchy guy, and you’re stooping <i>to </i>scam cash from us by ying the victim? You’ve seriously disappointed me!”
Andrew seethed. His face twisted in rage. But he clung to hisst bit ofposure to keep his cool.
Congratting himself for being gracious, he added, “Since we’re out in public, I’ll cut you some ck and skip the lecture for now.”