Nidia had not expected Jackson to pin the blame on her.
"Jackson Cunningham, don't you remember how that happened? Weren't you the one who barged in here while drunk? You ended up pestering me the whole night! I don't need you to clean me, but you used your strength against me and forced me to oblige."
'This was the cold hard truth. He couldn't possibly change it, even if he wanted to.'
'He was the one forcing me to do all that from the very start!'
"Anything else? If not, I'm going back to bed." Nidia turned around and grabbed hold of the doorknob, preparing to open the door.
Suddenly, Jackson grabbed her hand and placed something into her grasp.
Nidia noticed that it was a shopping bag. A box of fruit was inside.
