Chapter 4
At the hotel, Peter was still waiting for his medicine.
Yesterday, someone had caught him arguing with Vivian.
Right away, people in the group started cracking jokes.
[Uh-oh, looks like the childhood sweethearts might break up.] Someone blurted out.
[Our little princess Vivian looks really mad this time.] Another guessed.
[Peter, quit making Vivian angry. If she stops talking to you one day, you'll be kicking yourself.] Someone else gossiped.
Peter scrolled through the messages in the group chat.
He let out a cold, derisive laugh.
He'd known Vivian since they were kids, and he knew her personality inside out.
Once she brought the medicine, he'd just buy her some cheap trinket to coax her, and she'd go right back to simping for him.
He'd done this thousands of times.
Peter was honestly getting sick of it.
He lounged lazily on the couch, watching videos for over half an hour, but his medicine still hadn't arrived.
People in the group were still enjoying the show, asking if the medicine was on its way yet.
One message after another was really starting to get on Peter's nerves.
He quickly exited the video app, pulled up his pinned chat with her, hesitated for a second, then dialed her number.
But the moment he hit call, an automated voice told him the number couldn't be reached.
Peter paused for a second.
He stared at his phone, then dialed Vivian again.
But it still didn't go through.
Peter had never been blocked by anyone before, so he didn't even recognize what being blocked looked like.
He googled it to figure out what had happened.
When he saw the answer, he just stood there, stunned for a long moment.
Once he snapped out of it, his face darkened, and he hurled his brand-new phone straight to the floor.
The phone shattered into a million pieces in an instant.
"You've got guts, Vivian," Peter muttered through gritted teeth.
As for Vivian, she was off doing her own thing, totally clueless about the chaos unfolding back at the hotel.
Honestly, she couldn't care less about how Peter was feeling.
By the time William finished his meeting, it was already noon.
Henry suggested, "Let's go get some food. I'm craving it."
I glanced at Henry.
Whenever I was in a bad mood, I always turned to something spicy.
Getting my mouth numb with chili was the only way I could stop thinking about all the crap in my life.
Peter had really gotten on my nerves earlier.
But honestly, I was feeling way better now.
William had no clue what was going on, but since I didn't object, he told his assistant to book a table for three.
The restaurant he picked was our usual spot.
Walking up to the restaurant, I was hit with a feeling I hadn't had in forever. It felt like coming home.
In my previous life, I was pregnant.
Peter kept saying that eating spicy food would mess up the baby's development.
I went nine full months without so much as a taste of anything spicy.
Screw you, Peter. Screw your stupid baby rules. I grumbled to myself.
As soon as we sat down, I ordered everything on the menu and told the manager, "I want it all spicy. Super spicy. The spiciest you've got."
I'd never been this fiery before.
Even the manager looked a little surprised.
Suddenly, it hit me. William said Henry doesn't eat spicy food. I rushed to fix my order. "Actually, make light meals."
We got a private room all to ourselves.
I wasn't worried at all about wrecking my proper-lady image.
Once all the food showed up, I made sure everyone had what they needed, but that didn't stop me from wolfing down bite after bite.
William gave Henry a questioning look, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
Henry just waved it off.
But while we were eating, a noisy crowd started making a racket outside the door.
I'd always liked peace and quiet, so my face instantly twisted into a frown at all that noise.
Seeing my reaction, Henry waved the manager over. "Let's just book out the restaurant for today. Anyone who's still eating can stay, but don't let anyone else in. It's way too noisy in here."
With that, he whipped out a black card.
The manager didn't take the card, looking conflicted. "Mr. Foster, Mr. Grant just showed up."
He knew better than to cross either side.
The manager just froze, afraid to pick a side.
I froze with my fork in mid-air, and before the door even opened, a familiar voice rang out from outside.
"Hey William, you don't mind if I bring a few friends in, do you?" Peter said.