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They Want Me Back When It’s Too Late

Fast Life 372

Author: NovelDrama.Org
updatedAt: 2025-09-23

Renee shook her head like crazy. “No, definitely no. Mr. Atkinson wanted to ask about the breakfast ce for Mrs. Atkinson, bCan /byou believe 71 didn’t get yelled at at all. He even asked if I was okay, and then he gave me a 200–dor bonus.”

    This time it was Holly’s turn to be shocked. “Really? Mr. Atkinson didn’t yell at you, and he gave you a bonus?”

    Renee grinned proudly. “Of course. I’m heading to finance to get itter. Why would I lie?”

    Holly took a deep breath, barely keeping herself from fainting at the bombshell news. Once she’d calmed down, she grabbed her phone right away band /bopened her side ount.

    “What are you doing?” Renee asked, curious.

    “Drawing. It’s time for the new coupleic. I’m suddenly flooded with ideas. Don’t bother me.” Holly pushed Renee aside and dived into her work.

    Online, Holly was a fairly well–known artist. She’d made her name drawing couples from anime and TV shows, buttely, all herics starred Brian and

    Jessica.

    Could you me her? The real thing was sweeter than any fictional character. How could she resist shipping them?

    Holly finished a short segment in one go, posted it, and then switched to another side ount to spill today’s gossip. Watching thement section blow up with fans gushing over the couple, she finally felt satisfied.

    ‘That’s how it should be. Such a lovely couple deserves to be known by everyone,‘ she thought.

    Brian had ino /iidea his off–the–cuff move had just given the online fans shipping him and Jessica more sweet moments to fawn over.

    After getting the address, Brian left thepany right away to buy breakfast for Jessica at that shop.

    It was rush hour, and there was a long iline /ioutside the shop. It was clearly doing amazing business.

    Brian quietly joined the end of the line and once again became the center of attention.

    He noticed several people ncing at their phones, then looking up at him, and whispering the whole time.

    Brian realized he’d probably been recognized, but he didn’t try to hide.

    He thought, ‘So what if they know who I am? It isn’t like I’ve never been on the trending list before. As long as it doesn’t affect Jessi or thepany, nothing else matters.‘

    He was pretty rxed about it, but when he spotted obvious attempts to take his photos, he couldn’t help turning his head to avoid them.

    He wasn’t a celebrity. He didn’t mind some exposure, but he didn’t want to live under the spotlight forever.

    Someone trying to sneak a photo tried to get closer, but Brian shot them a cold look that made them back off.

    Just then, it was his turn in line. Brian stepped up, ordered one of each of the shop’s signature dishes, ha back to his car. He drove quickly all the way to deliver them to Jessica.

    aff pack them up, and then carried them

    When Jessica got the breakfast Sana brought in, she couldn’t help asking, “Why suddenly think to bring me breakfastb?/bb” /b

    “It’s not from me. Brian brought it,” Sana said, too proud to take credit that wasn’t hers.

    “He brought it, and you just took it? When did you two get so close? I never noticed,” Jessica teased. She bdidn’t /bbask /bher bto /bbtake /bbthe /bbreakfast baway/b, though.

    Sana fell

    silent at that, thinking, ‘It’s Wesley’s fault,‘

    she’d made things s clear to Wesley before. But he acted like he didn’t t understand. He still thought She

    he even wasn’t replying,

    showed up at the

    texted her all the

    time.

    And when h

    he saw he

    to corner

    her first thing

    in the

    morning.

    And

    Brian, who’de to

    drop off the food, had walked in

    on the whole

    thing.

    Just thinking

    about that awkward

    I three–way

    moment made Sana want to

    cover

    her

    face. ‘What a

    messb,/b‘ she

    thought.

    Jessica noticed her

    shifting

    expressions and raised an eyebrow.

    “Can’t talk

    about

    it? Don’t tell

    me

    he’s

    bought

    you

    off too.”

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