Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Ever since that day, Jack never mentioned anything about confessing his feelings again.

He still treated me the same, but it seemed like work had become much busier for him, and he came by less often.

Nevertheless, he still brought me meals every now and then, sometimes even flowers.

A few times, I tried to bring up the topic of our feelings, but he would instinctively avoid it. Eventually, I gave up trying to talk about it and decided to just treat him as a friend.

My health improved day by day, and soon, I found myself restless. I couldn't sit still anymore, and my mind kept wandering. I wondered if I could find something to do.

After I won ten lobsters from Andrew in a game of poker, he was done with it.

"This game sucks," he grumbled. "Poker's supposed to be outsmarting the big players. I'm just a small-time player, and you're the one cleaning me out."

"Andrew, there's an old saying-if you can't handle the heat, don't get in the kitchen," I teased.

"I don't care," he shot back. "I lost, but I'm still keeping my lobsters. If you cook them right, maybe I'll share a little with you."

When Jack walked in, I was in the midst of deciding whether I wanted garlic butter or just steamed lobsters. Andrew gave him a dark look.

"Jack, don't you think you could assign her some work? She's practically bouncing off the walls now. If she doesn't find something to do soon, she'll eat up all the seafood in the market."

I burst into laughter at Andrew's remark but quickly stifled it when he shot me a pointed look. Jack, trying to look serious, nodded thoughtfully.

"Actually, there's a task that could use her help."

"Really? That's great!" Both Andrew and I spoke at the same time.

I shot Andrew a teasing glance. He was obviously still holding a grudge about losing his lobsters to me, but he quickly turned it into something else.

But then Andrew frowned. "No, I think we should hold off for now. The task might be too difficult for her. She needs to rest for a while longer and shouldn't be discharged just yet."

"If I don't get discharged, you'll have to lose to me every day. Do you want to go fishing for lobsters?"

I pouted, then turned to Jack with a hopeful look.

"Mr. McLennan, do you have any work for me? I can be a temporary employee. No benefits, just pure work. I'm ready to hustle and work overtime."

Jack looked at me helplessly before pulling out a small cake and handing me a fork.

Jack said, "I won't exploit you. I'm not that heartless. Well, we need help with two new projects in Erewhon. The designs have been problematic, and if you're up for it..."

"I'm absolutely up for it!" I replied enthusiastically, cutting him off before he could finish.

I extended my hand with an awkward smile.

"I think the company might need to equip me with a few things first. I don't have my laptop or tablet with~~ me here, and I'd also like a drawing board. Oh, and can you set up a

bank account for me?" need it

for some membership

subscriptions."

Since arriving in Erewhon, I hadn't left the hospital. My old accounts weren't usable, which made everything inconvenient.

Jack sighed, looking at me resignedly. "Alright, I'll have someone help you get set up."

Finally, I would be able to get back to work. The excitement in my chest was almost overwhelming. I promised myself I wouldn't play any more games for a while and instead focus on researching the latest design proposals.

Even though Andrew had tried to dissuade me from working, my health indicators had been consistently good, and he couldn't find a reason to stop me anymore. Andrew muttered, "Unbelievable! Is this what happens when a workaholic beats illness?

"If this actually works as a treatment, I'll start prescribing 18-hour workdays to my patients."

I would just smile and shake my head each time. Maybe I was the only true workaholic. Others might not be the same.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Before I was discharged, Julian and

Alisa's wedding was about to take

place. Jutian had already sent me

their wedding photos. Seeing the

photos, half of which didn't even include Julian, I burst out laughing.

"Juls, don't you think my cousin could swap in a new groom and reuse these wedding photos?"

On the other end of the call, Julian replied in a low, impatient tone, "That's not happening in her lifetime. The wedding will be livestreamed, so get some rest tonight."