Faced with temptation, I still had the strength to hang up the phone.
Josh noticed I was in a bad mood and walked over, asking with concern, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. My dad's just being annoying."
I hugged him, pouting, "Josh, we need to work harder and make cakes better than the Royal Cake!"
"Huh?" Josh looked at me, surprised.
"Bet you didn't know, the one who bought the bakery is also a Hamilton! But he's nothing like you—you're good-looking and ambitious, and he's just a rich kid!"
Josh's face... how should I describe it? It was a bit hard to explain!
He cautiously asked me, "Eleanor, why do you have such an aversion to rich kid?"
There used to be a saying: "It's better to be miserable with money than happy without it."
I bet he was worried I might look down on him!
So, I quickly added, "I totally get it, I really hate those rich kids! You wouldn't believe the rich people I've seen at the hotel—some of them just seem like typical nouveau riche, so arrogant and rude. They're not like us... the hardworking ones, right?"
I'm the type to express my opinions honestly...
Josh gave a slight nod, his mind clearly preoccupied, as he took out a warm, freshly baked muffin from his jacket and handed it to me.
"Smells so good!"
I gotta say, this muffin is huge, with a light, fluffy texture and packed with all kinds of fillings—blueberries, chocolate chips, and nuts... every time I eat it, it's a little different.
"Where did you buy these muffins? They're different from the ones I buy outside."
Josh was momentarily stunned, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
"They're... from our family."
I couldn't help but give a thumbs-up, praising him, "Wow... Is it your mom or your grandma? Their cooking is amazing!"
Josh just smiled without saying anything.
...
After breakfast, we went to work.
During my lunch break, my mom called:
"Sweetie, come home. It's so much better living in your own house than renting outside. I've already scolded your dad, you know! He shouldn't have said that to you."
My mom thought I was still mad at my dad, so I didn't want to go home.
But, to be honest, it wasn't just because of that.
I know what kind of person I am—managing myself is fine, but managing a company and taking over the family business? Please spare me.
The most important thing is, after being pampered by my parents for twenty years, I also want to see if I can make it on my own.
Originally, I was doing a master's thesis and never planned to be a waitress long-term.
But Josh was the variable in my plan.
For now, I guess I'll date and keep working as a waitress, because I can't go home.
Who told me I like him?
"Mom, stop persuading me! You might as well persuade Dad, and by the way, I've already got someone I like!"
"Ah? Really? What's he like? How old is he? Where does he live? What do his parents do?"
I: "..."
She just can't keep anything to herself!
"Mom, I've got to work, I'll talk to you later!"
"Eleanor, when did you start dating? Don't be shy, tell mom about it!"
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but want to slap myself.
Why did I say that? Why did I even mention having a boyfriend?
