Chapter 22
dy heart tensed, and I said coolly, “No need. Otherwise, you’ll go running to Harlan again, complaining that I bullied you.”
Tanara acted as it she hadn’t heard me, gripping the handles of my wheelchair on her own accord just then, the elevator doors opened, and she pushed me mside
With my hunted mobility, I had no way to resist. Frustration biddded inside me as I frowned. The elevator was nearly empty when Tamara leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Charlene, was Harlan this gentle with you to warn you were together?”
I stilled for a moment and booked at her through the steel reflection in the elevator Her face was tinged with shy delight. “When we have meals together, he peels shrimp for ate with her counte
As she spoke, sise stared intently at my face, as it searching for even the slightest hint of jealousy
But she was doomed to be disappointed. Whatever Harlan slid, I couldn’t care less.
“And why are you telling me this?” I asked indifferently.
She smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing, really, I just wanted to let you know the Harlan and are doing great, so there’s no need for you to keep interfering between us. After all-
with vencih, sweet yet poisonous. “Charlene, you wouldn’t want people thinking you’rea
She dragged out the last syllable, her smale laced with wo homewrecker, would you?”
Was this a warning!
I found it laughable. Before Tamara showed up, everyone knew that Harlan and I were an unspoken pair. If anyone was the homewrecker here, it
was her.
I smiled and asked. “What makes you think I’m a homewrecker? Or do you just assume everyone is like your
Her face instantly darkened, as if she wanted to lash out at me. But the elevator doors opened at that moment, and she quickly masked her expression with a saccharine smile.
Standing outside was Natalie. Seeing Tamara pushing me, she let out an exaggerated laugh before speaking with obvious delight. “Oh wow. Charlene, karma really got you, huh? Did you break a bone!*
I glanced at the two pimples near her lips and said. “Ms. Murphy, looks like karma got you instead. That’s what you get for running your mouth all the time–now your lips are rotting”
Natalie touched the pimples, her expression souring as she glared at me. Then she turned to Tamara, Tamara, you’re too kind. You shouldn’t help. her. She made you have an allergic reaction, and now you’re pushing her wheelchair! Just let her rot on her own.”
Tamara lowered her head and murmured sofily.
y.“But if I don’t help Charlene, no one else will –
At that, Natalie sorted. “You’re 100 soft, that’s why she bullies you”
İcast Tamara a
and asked, “Did I beg you to help me”
Tamara lowered her head, looking utterly aggrieved. “No”
“Then why are you acting all pitiful?” I asked. “Trying to get someone else to scold me on your behalf?”
She fell silent, lowering her gaze before pushing the wheelchair forward a step. In a soft vnice, she said to Natalie, “Natalie, we should get back to work Let’s talk later”
Natalie shot me a glance, as if afraid I’d snap at her. She said nothing, simply turned around, and left.
Once she was gone, Tamara continued pushing me while speaking it a low voice. “Charlene, you really ought to rein in that tem Enherwise, someone will teach you a lesson one day”
temper of yours
folded. “Well, at least I don’t need a man to protect me.”
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