Tanya noticed how hungry Tiffany was and asked, “What’s up with you? What happened? Didn’t you eat?”
Tiffany leaned back in the chair and heaved a long sigh of relief. “It’s nothing… I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow morning. Leave them there.”
She lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She could not help shake the feeling that her words to Jackson had crossed the line. She felt she should apologize but was embarrassed.
She sent Arianne a message, asking for advice. She gave Arianne a brief summary of what happened.
Arianne’s reply came soon enough. “Since you think you crossed the line, you shouldn’t hesitate to apologize. Otherwise, you’ll only continue to feel uneasy. Just treat it as a means to relieve your conscience. It’s not like you’re going to lose your skin over an apology. Our social circle isn’t that big, you’re bound to run into him again anyway.”
After receiving Arianne’s support, Tiffany no longer hesitated to send Jackson a message. “Sorry. I crossed the line with my words. Don’t mind me.”
She saw the sent notification and waited for his reply. However, after waiting for a long time, she did not receive his reply. This guy… She had already put her pride aside to apologize, and yet, he could not even reply to her message? In the end, she gave up waiting for a reply and threw her phone to the side.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, her phone suddenly rang, waking her up from her sleep. Being woken up in such an abrupt manner put her in a bad mood. She replied irritably, “Don’t you have anything better to do? Are you trying to dig your own grave by calling in the dead of the night?”
Jackson’s hazy voice sounded from the other end of the line. “I’m here to dig my grave. Is there a problem with that?”
Tiffany could not endure this. “You’d better f*cking stay right there. I’m coming right now. If you start acting drunk and crazy, I’ll slap that big mouth of yours!” She quickly got up and put on her coat.
Then, she got up, pulled on her coat, and rushed out the door. She knew that Jackson would have driven so she hailed a cab. She was wearing a coat over her pajamas that made her look a little strange.
The cab driver could not help looking at her a few times before he asked, “Miss, where are you going, dressed like that?”
She felt slightly embarrassed. “Nowhere… Just picking someone up. Can’t be bothered to change. It’s too cold.”
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