“Surprised?” With a charming smile, Devin held up a bag of takeout food in his hand. “You said you had a headache so I got you some porridge.”
Becky, who was hungry, instantly smelled the porridge as soon as she opened the door. She wanted to refuse, but her stomach betrayed her true feelings.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, which made her blush in embarrassment. “Thank you,” she mumbled timidly.
After all, if she refused him a second time tonight, she would be an ingrate in his eyes.
She stepped to one side to let Devin in.
But Devin simply handed her the takeout bag and said gently, “Go to bed as soon as you finish it.”
After a slight pause, he added, “Good night, my future girlfriend.”
Devin waved goodbye, turned around, and then walked away.
Becky watched him go. She didn’t go back inside her apartment until Devin disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
She pursed her lips, feeling conflicted. She had to admit that Devin was quite a considerate and thoughtful man—aside from the fact that he was a playboy.
She had a lot to drink earlier that night and her stomach was acting up, so the porridge Devin brought was perfect.
An ordinary girl might’ve fallen in love with him by now.
But Becky was no ordinary girl.
She didn’t love him, but she did feel grateful towards him.
After eating the porridge, she felt much better. She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.
The next day, Becky woke up before her alarm clock rang.
On weekdays, her biological clock woke her up at the same time every morning.
Becky grabbed her robe and put it on. When she went out to make breakfast, she caught a glimpse of the takeout bag on the table not far away. She paused for a while and smiled. Then she proceeded to the kitchen.
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