The new junior is handsome and has a great figure. But I heard his family isn't well-off. "Part-time jobs are too tough; why don't I support you instead?" The little puppy didn't think twice and readily agreed, "Sure." As time went on, my family went bankrupt. "My family is poor now and needs to arrange a marriage; let's part ways amicably." The next day, I saw the junior at the marriage arrangement dinner. He smirked, "Sister, we meet again."
The new freshman was tall, handsome, and of great physique.
But I heard his family wasn't well-off.
"Working part-time is too exhausting. How about I help you out instead?"
Without even thinking, the adorable and obedient boy agreed instantly, "Sure."
But as I kept supporting him, I went bankrupt.
"I'm completely strapped for cash at the moment, and as a result, I find myself in a situation where I have to get married for financial security. So, I think it would be best if we could part ways amicably and move on with our respective lives."
The next day, at the arranged marriage dinner, I saw the him again.
With a sly smile, he said, "What did I tell you? We will meet again."
......
"Black coffee, no milk, no sugar. Right?" Before I could order my coffee, the cashier named what I always drank already. I looked up in surprise at the counter. A slender, fair hand moved swiftly across the service desk.
The hand belonged to a tall boy, about six feet one. When he looked up at me, his eyes crinkled with a warm smile.
I nodded dumbly. He had said exactly what I was about to order.
"Why don't you take a seat inside? I'll bring your order over in a bit."
After saying that, he even gave me a playful wink.
I took the receipt from him, but the brief touch of his fingers startled me, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
Feeling my heart race, I quickly found a seat in the corner of the coffee shop, trying to calm myself down.
......
My name is Bella Morris. My family is quite wealthy-my dad was the CEO of a major corporation, and I was his only daughter.
How rich were we? I was not even sure myself.
Growing up, I always got whatever I wanted.
Even though I was an only child, my family never pressured me to go into business.
My dad used to say, "Sweetheart, if you want to be a career woman, I'll train you for it. If you don't, we'll just hire professional managers or find a capable son-in-law to join the family. Either way, it'll all be yours someday. As long as you're happy and not taken advantage of, you can do whatever you want."
With my dad's reassurance, I grew up carefree and relaxed.
When it came to academics, my grades were always above average-not top three, but never out of the top ten either.
During the college entrance exams, I performed exceptionally well and got into a prestigious local university, where I continued my carefree life. What more could I want?
I was rich, good-looking, and had plenty of free time.
This semester, a new coffee shop opened near campus. After my first visit, I got myself a VIP annual membership.
Honestly, their coffee was just average compared to others I'd tried.
But they had a part-time worker-a freshman of our university-who was exactly my type.
I have to admit, I definitely inherited my parents' shallow appreciation for good looks.
The moment I saw him, I was already imagining how many gorgeous kids we'd have together.
The handsome freshman's name was Zack Chapman. He was incredibly hardworking, working six days a week at the shop.
At our university, no matter the department or major, freshmen always had a heavy course load.
Not only was Zack good-looking, but he was also polite, gentle, and had an amazing memory.
By my third visit, he already remembered my usual order!
Actually, I came to the shop today with a purpose. Ever since I found out how hard he worked at his part-time job, I'd been wanting to say something to him.
I lingered over my coffee, finishing it slowly. It was only 8:20, and his shift wouldn't end until 9:30.
Feeling a bit too full, I walked up to him and, after some hesitation, ordered another dessert.
At 9:25, I said goodbye to him with a smile and left the shop, but I didn't go far.
A few minutes later, he came out too, having taken off his apron. He was wearing a white hoodie, jeans, and trendy sneakers.
When he saw me standing by the door, he looked surprised and asked, "Why are you still here? Did you forget something inside?"
I shook my head, silently reminding myself to be tactful. I didn't want to hurt his pride.
Closing my eyes briefly, I blurted out, "Zack, I think working here is too exhausting for you, and you're not earning much anyway. Since I have plenty of money-how about I help you out?"
......
The moment the words left my mouth, I could've kicked myself. What did I just tell myself?
Just as I was bracing myself for rejection, I heard a soft chuckle beside me.
"Sure, let's have a try" he said.
"I'm a great cook. I'll make meals for you."
What did he say?
I opened my eyes wide in shock. He had agreed-just like that!
He didn't hesitate, nor did he seem upset or sarcastic.
Relieved, I continued, "Perfect. I can't stand the cafeteria food either."
And just like that, Zack quit his job at the coffee shop, and I started supporting him.
He started cooking for me every day, whipping up delicious meals with endless creativity.