“Are you a starving ghost reborn? Would eating one fewer chicken end you? Even a pig isn’t as greedy as you!”
That day, I had been rushing to carry stomach-soothing soup to him and hadn’t had time to eat breakfast, which caused low blood sugar.
I bought chicken soup on the way and only took one bite before he threw them up.
When I walked out, I almost collapsed at the hospital entrance, and it was a kind stranger who gave me a candy that helped me recover.
Seeing him nod, I finally felt safe enough to take a bite.
To stay extra cautious, I even sent him the money.
He stared at the ten-dollar transfer on his phone, something unclear rising in his eyes.
“Astraea, we’re engaged. Why are you drawing such clear lines?”
We soon wouldn’t be.
I clapped my hands lightly.
“I’m done eating. I’m heading to the office. Take your time.”
He quickly called after me.
“Astraea, there’s a team-building dinner at the hospital tonight. We can bring the family. Come with me.”
I didn’t answer with the thrill I once showed at events where status could be shown.
I simply shook my head, bored. “No need. I have plans tonight.”