Chapter 113
I’ve met plenty of women like you who are out to climb the social ladder. At first, they act all high and mighty, claiming they don’t care about such things.”
Her words really got under my skin. I finished my meal in silence and wiped my mouth. “Mrs. Norman, I just got divorced. Do you know why? Because my ex–husband had an affair and even tried to have me killed to get my money.
“Right now, I’m scared of men, and I resent them. I certainly wouldn’t fall for anyone else so quickly. That’s the first thing”
“Second,” I continued, “Mr. Norman isn’t as perfect as you think. Sure, he’s handsome, educated, capable, and comes from a good family. He ticks all the right boxes–there’s no shortage of what’s on paper.
“But have you ever interacted with him personally? He’s still single, and it’s all because of his personality. He’s sharp- tongued, doesn’t know how to be considerate, and can be downright rude. Honestly, I’m not a fan of that type of man.”
I paused, then added, “And as a mother, you think your son is perfect, of course. I’m a mom too. I think my son’s farts smell like roses, and his poop is adorable.”
Neva’s expression shifted, clearly caught off guard by my bluntness. It was probably the last thing she expected.
“Third,” I went on, ‘you think I’m trying to flatter him. I won’t deny it. He’s my mom’s attending physician. Should I not be polite to him and risk offending him? What’s a normal person supposed to do?”
I was gaining momentum now. “Mrs. Norman, I get what you’re trying to say. You have this amazing son, so of course, you think he deserves the best girl in the world. I get it.
“But that girl won’t be me because I don’t fit into your family’s standards. Even if you don’t believe me, you should at least trust your son’s judgment.”
I thought, “How could Mr. Norman possibly be interested in someone like me? But I wasn’t about to put myself out there and make my shortcomings public. I wasn’t going to engage in some “who’s more suitable” game.
Neva had clearly tried to hit me where it hurt, but honestly. I didn’t care. Right now, my pride wasn’t the issue. The petty back–and–forth between men and women wasn’t worth wasting my time on.
Once I finished speaking, I smiled. “Thank you for the meal today. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. Goodbye.”
With that, I stood up and walked out, making my escape under Neva’s cold, assessing gaze. I couldn’t stand another second there it was pure torture.
Back at the office, Holly caught up to me, grinning. “Come on, spill it. Who’d you go on a date with for lunch? I saw you at that restaurant. What did you have? Tell me everything!”
I was speechless. “Salmon.”
Holly’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Sylvia, are you out of your mind? You went to that place and ordered Salmon?”
I couldn’t help but agree with her. If I’d known Neva would be so rude, I should’ve taken the chance to order something extravagant, I thought, ‘Ugh, what a mistake…
The afternoon went by in a blur, I was insanely productive and finished an hour early. I texted Holly to meet me at that expensive high–end restaurant for dinner–since I missed out at lunch, I’d make it up at night.
Holly looked at me slyly. “You’re upset, and I’m guessing it has something to do with a guy, right?”
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Chapter 113
“Just eat,” I said, rolling my eyes. “No amount of food is going to stop you from running your mouth.”
Just as I finished speaking. I got a message from Jeremy. [I’m sharp–tongued, inconsiderate, and rude?)
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I could practically feel his anger seething through the screen. I was starting to get a headache. I thought, “Why is Mrs. Norman acting like his messenger? Is there no such thing as boundaries anymore?”
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