The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 888
The server looked troubled. She asked, ” What do you-
But before she could finish her question, Mya quickly put thirty dollars on the table and rushed out the door. Tears streamed down her face as she left The Deli.
The server wanted to follow Mya, calling out, “Ms. Harper!”
But Mya had already left.
The server hurriedly told the woman who was making fun, “Don’t you know who she is? That’s Mya Harper, the heiress to the Harper Nutritional Enterprise. She’s also friends with Madelyn Jent, who is close with Zach Jardin. Several dishes here are actually Ms. Jent’s own recipes, specially made for Ms. Harper.”
The group that was laughing couldn’t find anything funny anymore after hearing that. The news hit them hard because all four had just gotten jobs as models for Harper Nutritional Enterprises. They had signed the contract but hadn’t started the photo shoots yet.
“Can we… say sorry to her now? Did we mess things up?” one worried.
“It’s your fault for talking so mean. Now we upset her, and I’m probably losing my job,” blamed another.
“Why are you blaming me? You laughed just as much as I did,” defended the third woman.
After running for a while, Mya stopped at a crepe stall by the road. With tears in her eyes, she took out two dollars and bought a crepe. She ate it while waiting for the bus, wiping away a tear and saying, ‘What’s wrong with being a pig? Pigs are cute.’
Close by, Fred sneered with disdain.
What a loser.”
“Drive over there,” Fred commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
While Mya enjoyed half of the crepe, her mouth covered in melted butter, she heard a car horn. She looked up to see the same car parked in front of her. Surprised, her eyes widened. She thought, ‘Didn’t he leave earlier? Why is he still here?’
To Mya, seeing Fred again was like facing a demon; she didn’t hesitate to jump into a cab. After stating her destination, the driver quickly pulled away.
Watching his “pet” escape, Fred was immediately displeased. But then, he realized that his earlier attitude might have scared her.
Fred’s deputy asked, “Should we go after her?”
Fred decided not to. He said, “Let her go this time, but make sure those women in The Deli understand what they can and cannot say.
“There have been eyes on us lately, so we might need to hire some thugs to handle it,” said Fred’s deputy. Fred squinted and he responded indifferently. “Fine.”
Relieved that Fred didn’t follow, Mya gently stroked her belly and whispered to her tummy, “Be good, little one. I’m going to eat well so you can grow big and strong.”
When she got home, Mya found a table full of dishes prepared by Grace. Grace commented, “Wandering off again? It’s dark, and you’re just getting home. If this keeps happening, no dinner for you. And what’s going on with your eyes? Have you been crying? Did someone bully you again?”
Mya took off her rabbit hat and quickly went to the dining table. She said, “No one bullied me. It’s just so cold outside that my eyes hurt.”
Grace showed concern. “Let me see,” she insisted. “Are they hurting? Maybe we should call the doctor.”
“No, Mom, I’m okay now. The pain’s gone,” Mya reassured Grace.
