Tessa felt a strong sense of unwillingness in her heart.
It was so sour, yet Faye, who was afraid of sourness, didn't even flinch.
The more indifferent he acted, the more unwilling she felt.
Thinking about how Faye pretended to lose his memory, Tessa washed the dishes with such force that it startled everyone.
The apron in front of her got splashed with water, and Tessa was filled with irritation. Just as she was about to take the apron off and toss it aside, she glanced down at the dishwater, and her eyes lit up.
Water!
Hadn't she made fruit juice before?
Ha!
Lemons!
Faye!
Let's see how long you can keep up that indifference, I'm determined to outplay you!
Tessa, who had originally planned to take things step by step, had to admit that Faye's indifference had riled her up. She stopped washing the dishes, swiftly went to the fridge, and grabbed the fruits she had bought downstairs today.
Oranges, strawberries, lemons, watermelon, blueberries, grapes—it was all there.
