The following morning, at Peaceful Medical Center.
Dustin got up early, washed up, and started preparing breakfast. As usual
, it was his signature dish, deviled eggs. It was simple but smelled amaz
ing. He'd just brought the food to the dining table when someone walked i
n.
"Wow, that smells great!" It was Dahlia. Today, she wore a smart suit and
heels. Her hair was in a ponytail, revealing her fair and slender neck.
She looked happy to see the food. 'Are those deviled eggs? How did you kn
ow I hadn't had breakfast yet, Dustin? Since you prepared this for me, I
won't stand on ceremony!" She sat down and started to dig in.
"This isn't "Dustin was about to say something when his bedroom door swun
g open to reveal a gorgeous woman standing there.
"Darling, I'm starving. Is breakfast ready yet?" It was Natasha. She had
on an oversized shirt. As she stretched, it dipped to reveal her cleavage
. "Hmm?" She and Dahlia met each other's gaze. They were both equally
stunned.
"What are you doing here?" they asked simultaneously. The air crackled wi
th electricity, and the tension was
so thick one could slice it with a knife.
"Dustin, what's going on here?" Dahlia locked hostile. She could tell tha
t Natasha was wearing Dustin's shirt. That, coupled with the fact that Na
tasha was coming out of Dustin's room, was more than enough for even a
fool to tell that something was afoot.
"Don't get the wrong idea. It's not what you think." Dustin wanted to
explain, but Natasha cut him off.
"Darling, since she's caught us redhanded, we might as well come clean. T
here's nothing to hide, anyway!"
"So, you slept with her? Dahlia bit her lip, looking jealous. She'd alway
s thought Dustin could keep it in his
pants; she was obviously wrong.
"Why bother asking when it's obvious?" Natasha tugged the shirt lower to
reveal more of her cleavage.
"Nothing of the sort happened." Dustin felt a headache coming on. "Ms. Ha
rmon was injured yesterday, so I brought her back here to treat her. Noth
ing else happened."
Dahlia took a closer look at Natasha and noticed the wounds on her body.
Even so, she couldn't keep the jealousy from her
tone as she said, "Why didn't she go to a hospital if she was injured? Wh
y come here?"
"I can go wherever I want. It's
up to me." Natasha smirked. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you two are div
orced,
right? If so, it's none of your business even if anything were to happen
between me and Dustin."
"So
what if we're divorced? We can always remarry!" Dahlia glared at her, ref
using to back down.
"Do you think marriage and divorce is a game? What do you take Dustin for
?" Natasha's smile faded. "Ms. Nicholson, one shouldn't be too greedy. Si
nce you're the one who chose to give up, you should bear the
consequences accordingly."
"Everyone makes mistakes; it's fine as long as they realize where they we
nt wrong and correct them. I made a
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mistake in the past, but now, I'll do whatever I can to make it up to him
!" Dahlia glanced at Dustin as she
spoke, seemingly hinting at something.
"Since you refuse to give up, let's see who's better at this."
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Natasha shrugged and sat at the dining table. She pulled the deviled eggs
to her and said with a smile, "Thank you for breakfast, darling. You're
so considerate!"
"That's where you're wrong. These eggs are mine." Dahlia pulled the eggs
back. "It's been three years, but I've yet to fall out of love with Dusti
n's cooking. Besides, he knows I love deviled eggs."
"Ms. Nicholson, stop thinking so highly of yourself. What's in the past i
s just that–
the past. These eggs belong to me now." Natasha didn't back down. She dra
gged the eggs to herself again.
"Ms. Harmon, robbing someone of something they love isn't the best habit
to have. These eggs have been cooked to my taste; they only suit me!"
"What makes you
think I don't like deviled eggs? I love anything Dustin cooks!"
"Hmph! Just because you like them doesn't mean they suit you!"
"It's up to me to decide whether they're suitable!"
The conversation between the two women became increasingly heated as they
dragged the plate of deviled eggs back and forth. Neither of them wanted
to back down. It was as if they'd lose something precious if they were t
o give in. Dustin felt a headache coming on as he watched them duke it ou
t. Honestly, he didn't think he was worthy of their affection.
At the entrance to the guest bedroom, Caitlyn stuck her head out to peek
at the commotion. She asked in confusion. "Max, what do you think Ms. Har
mon and Ms. Nicholson are doing? Do they need
to act like this over some eggs?"
"Caitlyn, you're too young to understand the intricacies of a relationshi
p between a man and a woman,"
Maximus mysteriously said as he stroked his chin. "They're not fighting o
ver the eggs, but their dignity as
women!"
"Dignity?" Caitlyn still didn't get it.
"Dustin personally cooked those eggs; whoever gets to taste them first wi
ns this round." Maximus looked in awe. "As expected, he's truly admirable
–beautiful women surround him, yet he remains unaffected by them.
Look, they're about to get into a brawl, but Dustin still looks so calm a
nd collected. He truly is someone to look
up to!"
Dustin, with his sharp senses, heard this. He turned around to glare at M
aimus and Caitlyn. The two heads immediately shot back into the room. A f
ew seconds later, they sneaked out again.
"Dustin, you
decide! Who do these eggs belong to?" After an inconclusive
argument, Natasha and Dahlia
turned to look at Dustin. They looked like they wouldn't give up until th
ey had the answer they wanted.
Faced with the toughest question he'd ever been asked, Dustin's lips twit
ched, sweat beaded on his forehead."
Uh these are my eggs!" he blurted out. He grabbed the plate and scooped a
ll the eggs into his mouth. With
nothing left to fight over, the crisis had been averted.
"Hmph!" The two women glared at each other before
turning away in opposite directions, still refusing to give
in to each other.