Chapter 11


    Reality is indeed different from fiction. Regardless of the female lead, the male lead, or the side


    characters, their fate lies in the author’s hands. “I’m not gabbing with you any longer. Get the takeout for


    me when it arrives. I’m gonna go take a nap.


    ” Amelia plopped down on Tiffany’s one and only bed and dozed off in a matter of seconds. Sometime


    later, Amelia was woken up by the fragrant smell of food. She walked out of the bedroom groggily, just in


    time to see Tiffany setting the dining table.


    “Tiff, you cooked? Didn’t I say to order takeout?” Amelia asked, perplexed. “Well, you’re jilted. I figured I


    betterfort you with home-cooked food instead.” Tiffany smiled. Amelia stared at her with


    unconcealed doubt and said,


    “The only time you’re notzing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your manuscripts.


    What’s gotten into you today?” Tiffany removed her apron and threw it toward Amelia. “Go wash your


    face ande eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about me stepping foot into the kitchen again.


    ” “Got it! I’m going right away. It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon thing that you cooked. How could I miss it? But


    hold up—are they actually edible?” Having thrown out herst jab, Amelia hurriedly dashed back into the


    bedroom.


    “Get lost!” Tiffany shook her head, but her lips curved into a smile nheless. It waster proven that


    Tiffany’s dishes were not only edible but absolutely scrumptious. That was the only talent she had other


    than writing manuscripts.


    As Amelia put it, should her writing career not take off, she could seriously consider being a chef instead.


    Based on the magic she’d worked in the kitchen that night, it wouldn’t be too bad to be a beautiful,


    captivating female chef in a big fancy hotel either. ( post updated daily check .m.techkaushal )


    “It’s been years since Ist had what you made, Tiff. I didn’t expect your food to still taste like heaven,”


    Ameliaplimented.


    “I have full faith that you couldpete with Gordon Ramsay if you ever meet him.” “I was born with the


    gift like a packaged deal. Besides,pared to you who could set fire in the kitchen by simply boiling


    water, it’s not that hard for me to be fantastic at it.” Amelia continued drinking her soup before abruptly


    adding, “Tiff, do you think I could win Oscar Clinton’s heart if I pick up culinary too?” “Dream on.


    Oscar Clinton’s the sessor to Clinton Corporations with a worth in the billions. What food do you


    suppose he’s never had before? Even if he wanted home-cooked food, he has plenty of servants to do


    the work. When would he need your contribution?


    If I must say, you should divorce him as soon as possible and earn afortable sum of alimony. You’ve


    been married for four years. Don’t wait until you lose both the man and the money and end up with


    nothing.” Tiffany’s words were a direct blow to Amelia’s confidence.


    Amelia shot an aggrieved look at her. “What you said isn’t wrong. But even if we do get divorced, I don’t


    want his money either. It’ll make me feel as if our marriage was purely a transaction.”


    Tiffany stared at her as if she was an idiot. “But isn’t that what it is? A transaction?” It was yet another


    blow to Amelia’s already fragile dignity. “Tiff, do you think I’m a fool?” she asked, her head lowering in


    dejection. ( post updated daily check .m.techkaushal )


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