Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 771

I Think We're Getting Along "Uh, what did you use to wash it? Seriously, can you stop bringing all sorts of weird sh*t

from your place to our house? My grandfather's health is at stake here! Even a single germ on that thing you called

a bag might hurt him, and you bet your *as you’re not gonna be able to foot his hospital bill!"

Helplessly, Deirdre took the food out of the bag while Julia-not so much holding it but pinching it between her

fingers-dropped the bag into the garbage bin.

"What's that supposed to be?" she asked, her eyes set on Deirdre's hands.

"My dinner," she answered.

Julia snorted. "Well, guess I can't fault you for thinking ahead. Your food isn't included in our agreement," she

remarked. "You can put your food inside our fridge and then microwave it in the evening. Go.” "But my food's still

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steaming. It's not good to store it in the fridge when it’s still hot." Deirdre hesitated for a moment and pulled the lid

open. "I should cool it first."

It should take the food only half an hour to cool. She was about to set her lunchbox on the table when she heard

someone’s stomach growling.

It was Julia’s. She caught the smell.

Deirdre froze while the girl felt her cheeks burn a little. "Urgh, did you do this on purpose!? You knew I haven't had

my lunch yet, so you decided to embarrass me by showing off your food!" "You... haven't had your lunch?" Deirdre

was genuinely surprised. It was almost 3:00 p.m. She mulled over a thought for a while before offering," Hey, eat it.

It's still steaming!" "Eew! Who says anything about wanting to eat what you made? Like, who knows what kind of

place you live in or where you made it. Maybe it's got bugs or germs or something!" Julia protested with her chin

held high and put on her firmest, most unyielding expression. It was also a good chance for her to very quietly

swallow her saliva...

"Okay then." Deirdre shrugged. "Actually, I suspected the food I made isn't suitable for you. I'm really good at

cooking, so it would be a pretty big problem if you tasted my dinner this one time and fell in love with it. Then I'll

have cooking duty added to my workload, and I'm not ready for that!"

Julia was so annoyed she laughed. "Wow, did your parents forget to teach you not to toot your own horn?" "Even if

I'm exaggerating, you won't know. You're not going to eat it anyway." "Oh yeah!?" Julia widened her eyes and

snatched the lunchbox away from Deirdre. "You’re on, lady! What kind of 5-star delicacy can a visually- impaired

person make, anyway? If I reach for the salt bottle even once, lady, you lose!"

She grabbed a fork and, uncharacteristically, picked up a small scoop of salad. She put it in her mouth-and the gate

to her stomach seemed to just swing open. She started wolfing down the whole thing until all it was left was the

empty lunchbox, and still, she looked a little unsated.

Deirdre poured a glass of water for her. "Was it too bland? I don't like food that is too flavorful, so I didn't use a lot

of spices."

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Julia dabbed a kitchen towel over her lips, burped, and drank half of the glass while looking flustered. Even she

knew better than putting on airs when the empty lunchbox was staring right at her face. "Uh-hem. It was pretty

good," she muttered.

Deirdre smiled. "Anything else you want to try next week? I'll make an extra portion for you." "For real!?" cried Julia,

her eyes twinkling for a moment before they dimmed. "But why next week?"

Deirdre was amused. "Have you forgotten it already? I’m only here on the weekends. You're at school during the

weekdays." "Ugh, touche," said the girl, clearly dissatisfied. "How about... risotto for next week? Or, and a bowl of

chowder!" "Alright."

The piano class went on until the night. Tobey's call came just in time as Professor Ward returned from work, and so

it was time to go.

Deirdre bade the professor goodbye as Tobey approached her. "How was today?" "Not bad. Not bad at all," said

Deirdre. She thought about the girl's change from being almost too deliberately bttchy to lowering her guard and

revealing her softer side and giggled to herself. "I lost my dinner, but it was worth it. I think we are getting along."

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