There was no taking that one back.


    The moment Talbot uttered that word, he realized something wasn’t right. He raised his head and saw


    ir standing at the door to the kitchen.


    “No, no, not you. I meant me. Our chief said he didn’t like me,”


    Talbot said hurriedly.


    ir smiled and patted his shoulder.


    “It’s fine. I know he doesn’t like me.” ‘He made that pretty clear, ‘ she thought, sad and dejected


    “You already know?” Talbot asked with the utmost care.


    Still, Wesley remained silent.


    “Yeah. I’m the one with the crush. He probably has his pick. Are a lot of women into him?”


    The two acted as if Wesley weren’t right there. Talbot nodded.


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    “Oh yeah. Don’t get upset. He doesn’t really date anyone. We’re used to it.”


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    “Fine. Seems like I’m no different from any other woman, at least where he’s concerned. Hey, Talbot.


    Do you like fruit? I’m putting together a fruit te,” she offered and opened the refrigerator


    Talbot put the mop away and took the apple from her hand.


    “Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there’s more,” he said, mocking the knifemercials. ir


    laughed in delight at his wit.


    Since Wesley had no feelings for ir, Talbot decided to woo her. He thought he might have a chance.


    “Come on! I’m not disabled. You already cooked dinner,” ir argued and took the apple back.


    “No, mo! You’re still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn’t overextend yourself. I’ll make it,” Talbot


    said anxiously.


    Before ir could even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling


    water on the floor


    The two who were fighting for the apple turned to look at the angry man at the same time. While


    holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently, “What’s going on, Chief?”


    Wesley washed his hands under the running water and ordered, “You, wash the dishes!”


    “Yes, Chief!” Talbot answered by instinct. He let go of the apple.


    But ir didn’t have a good hold on it either, and it dropped onto the floor, rolling in Wesley’s direction.


    She was about to pick it up, but


    Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further.


    “Get out! You’re not well, and you need your rest!” he spat. Then he picked the apple up, walked to the


    refrigerator and took out several other varieties of fruit.


    ‘Is he angry? Why?’ ir really couldn’t figure out the reason he was so hostile.