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 amazing. He’d just brought the food to the dining table when someone walked in.
“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 know 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 swung 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
“What are you doing here?” they asked simultaneously. The air crackled with 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 that Natasha was wearing Dustin’s shirt. That, coupled with the fact that Natasha 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. There’s nothing to hide, anyway!”
“So, you slept with her? Dahlia bit her lip, looking jealous. She’d always 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. Harmon was injured yesterday, so I brought her back here to treat her. Nothing 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? Why 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 divorced,
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, refusing 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. Since you’re the one who chose to give up, you should bear the
“Everyone makes mistakes; it’s fine as long as they realize where they went wrong and correct them. I made a
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.”