Chapter 3

My words made Miranda's face flash with discomfort.

All my energy suddenly drained away.

Whether out of revenge, showing off, or some other reason, Miranda's heart had strayed. That was a fact.

I gave up on asking further and silently sat in the back seat.

Perhaps feeling guilty and awkward, Miranda handed me a pastry.

"Have something to eat."

My gaze fell on where she'd retrieved the pastry. That compartment was filled with various cookies and candy, even pungent spicy snacks.

"How rare. Your germaphobia is cured?"

I admit I was jealous.

I was constantly too busy to eat regular meals and needed to keep bread and cookies on hand.

Once when I was doubled over with stomach pain, trembling all over, I'd barely taken out my only piece of bread when Miranda snatched it and threw it out the window.

That day, Miranda had sternly warned me never to eat anything in her car, not even drink water.

Yet now, what she'd forbidden me to do, she allowed another man to do freely.

The one who is loved can always be indulged without limit.

My sarcasm made Miranda's face darken.

But I didn't care about her feelings. I turned my head and closed my eyes, pretending to rest.

As soon as we arrived at the office, I couldn't wait to get out. While she parked, I rushed into the elevator ahead of her and went straight to my desk.

Countless emails awaited me. I was so busy I didn't even have time to look up.

It's not that I wanted to stay at Miranda's company. I just believe in seeing things through to the end, and I still had unfinished work.

If I was going to resign, I needed to complete my current projects first.

I worked straight through until four in the afternoon, too busy even to order lunch. My stomach was cramping painfully when I finally realized I hadn't eaten in a long time.

I quickly got myself some hot water, returned to my desk to eat some bread, and continued working.

Just then, the security guard came in carrying two large bags of snacks, bubble tea, and small cakes.

"Miranda ordered afternoon tea for everyone. Come and get some."

The guard's announcement made everyone cheer. A crowd immediately swarmed over.

"Thank you, Miranda! It's my favorite pearl milk tea!"

"Ah, there's nothing with mango..."

"Tsk, be grateful for what you get. Don't you know Callum is allergic to mango?"

People immediately responded with knowing "ohhhs" and some gossips turned their gazes toward me.

A new intern spoke thoughtlessly: "I heard Miranda got divorced. Is she going to marry Callum now? She spoils him so much!"

Someone immediately yanked her back. "Shut up. Dylan's right here."

The intern's face flushed with embarrassment.

Someone placed a milk tea and a piece of cake on my desk, saying awkwardly, "The kid was just joking. Don't take it personally."

I looked at the walnut cake on my desk and pushed it away. "Sorry, I'm allergic to nuts. You can have it."

The person's face showed awkward embarrassment.

Actually, everyone knew I was allergic to nuts, because Miranda had used this tactic against me before.

Back then, to prove her love for me, she'd order my favorite matcha cake for the office every day and wouldn't allow anything nut-related in the office because of my allergy.

She'd even order meals delivered to everyone's desk when I was too busy to eat, then sit in front of me and supervise until I finished.

Now, she'd simply switched to a different target.

Because Callum was allergic to mango, the company wasn't allowed to have anything mango-related.

The grand romantic gestures she once gave me, she now gave to another man.

The office had no shortage of gossip. As many people who used to ship me and Miranda now shipped her with Callum.

I wasn't bothered by it. The work was too demanding for me to spare any attention for irrelevant people.