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 Dustin’s cooking. Besides, he knows I love deviled eggs.”
“Ms. Nicholson, stop thinking so highly of yourself. What’s in the past is just that–the past. These eggs belong to me now.” Natasha didn’t back down. She dragged 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 to give in. Dustin felt a headache coming on as he watched them duke it out. 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. Harmon 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 relationship between a man and a woman,”
Maximus mysteriously said as he stroked his chin. “They’re not fighting over 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 wins 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 and collected. He truly is someone to look
up to!”
Dustin, with his sharp senses, heard this. He turned around to glare at Maimus and Caitlyn. The two heads immediately shot back into the room. A few 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 they had the answer they wanted.
Faced with the toughest question he’d ever been asked, Dustin’s lips twitched, sweat beaded on his forehead.”
Uh these are my eggs!” he blurted out. He grabbed the plate and scooped all 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.
*As expected of Dustin–only he would’ve thought of such a great idea!” Maximus was in awe of Dustin’s ability to avert such a deadly crisis: he wanted to drop to his knees and worship the ground Dustin walked on. He was amazing! Perhaps this was what a true pro was like.
Dustin was the first to break the silence after finishing the eggs. “Dahlia, did you come here for something?”
“Do I have to have a purpose for coming here?” Dahlia still looked miffed.
“Uh, no.” Dustin looked a little awkward.
“I came because we’re having guests; you need to meet them with me. In fact, you might make some money from this. I don’t want people saying you’re leeching off me.” Dahlia gave Natasha a pointed look as she spoke.
“What’s wrong with him leeching off someone? Others may not even have the chance to do so!” Natasha didn’t bat an eye.
Before long, the women started squabbling again.
