Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 8

Eric got up while I was in a daze. He placed the cream and bandages on the coffee table before saying, "Keep these for yourself. Come to me if you need more."

"This is plenty. Thank you."

Feeling a little awkward, I shifted my gaze and quickly changed the subject. "Thank you for helping me move and treating my injury. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

To be honest, I owed him a favor from my past life. If he hadn't risked his life to save me from the fire, I might've died. I wouldn't have gotten a chance to see through the true colors of the hypocrites around me.

I'd never forget the favor he did me. How could a few meals ever repay such profound kindness?

Eric nodded and replied in his usual cocky manner, "Alright. But just so you know, there's a long line of people waiting to treat me to a meal. Make sure you book two days in advance, or my assistant won't be able to fit you into my schedule."

I rolled my eyes and cheekily replied, "Got it, Mr. Flint!"

Eric might have a sharp tongue, but he was kind, and I didn't take his words too seriously. The atmosphere lightened a little under our playful banter.

After tidying up the scattered items and placing them where I directed, Eric left.

My phone rang not long after. It was from Jeremiah.

My first instinct was to decline, but I wondered if he could be calling about the divorce. So, I decided to answer.

As soon as I picked up, Jeremiah's barrage of accusations hit me like a storm. "You know full well that Elsa is allergic to rose scents, yet you gave her a necklace sprayed with rose perfume. What exactly are you up to? There should be a limit to messing around. Don't you know severe allergic reactions are fatal?

"Where are you? Come to Wellness Hospital and apologize to Elsa right now!"