Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Refusals, Routines, and Real Effort

She didn’t reply to the message. Instead, she quietly put her phone away.

Lunch, once again, had been sent over by Xavier.

Becky debated whether to eat it or not.

Mr. John noticed her hesitation and reached out.

“Mr. John, what are you doing?” she asked warily.

Grinning, he replied, “You don’t seem to want it. Thought I’d help you out.”

Becky ruffled her hair in exasperation and shoved the thermal lunchbox toward him. “Fine. Go ahead.”

Mr. John lit

Lip

like a kid on Christmas morning and carried the container off to his favorite armchair.

She heard him open it.

“Ooh, braised pork ribs with scallions… and Arctic sweet shrimp! My favorites!”

Mine too, Becky thought bitterly.

She turned and stared at him. Mr. John glanced up and licked his lips in triumph.

“I already started eating. Too late to change your mind.”

Disgusted, Becky stormed out of the clinic and headed to a nearby diner.

She ordered three small dishes and found a window seat.

Finished

After a few bites, though, all she could think about were those pork ribs and shrimp. Suddenly/her stir–fried pork, shredded potatoes, and egg drop soup tasted bland and uninspired.

Still, she didn’t waste a single bite.

After finishing, she pulled out her phone and called Xavier.

He picked up quickly. “Hello.”

His deep voice had a rich, magnetic tone.

Becky cleared her throat. “I called to tell you something.”

There was a pause on the other end–muffled voices, the scratch of pen on paper.

Then he said, “Go ahead.”

“Don’t have anyone send me lunch again.”

“Why? Didn’t you like it?”

“Not enough food?”

Becky went silent

Was that really the image she gave him? A bottomless pit?

There was enough. I’m not a pig”

A laugh came through the line. “Right, you’re not. I wouldn’t sleep with a pig”

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Did Xavier just… joke like that?

The world has officially gone mad.

“I’m serious. I won’t be eating anything else you send. Stop sending it.”

“Becky, don’t reject the way I care about you.”

“Please stop caring. I can’t handle it.”

“You work hard. You need proper nutrition.”

#Finished

“My nutrition is fine. I don’t need your concern. Your meals only mess me up. I can’t work or eat properly when you keep doing this. So stop.

“This isn’t a discussion. I’m informing you. That’s it. Goodbye.”

She said it all in one breath–and hung up.

Far away in a remote western village, Jose sat on a hillside, staring at his chat thread with Becky.

“You didn’t see them? Why haven’t you replied?” he muttered.

His phone rang–Jacob.

Jose, when are you coming back?”

“In two months or so.”

“What? Wait, you’re seriously staying that long?”

“Of course I’m serious. I’m not here for sightseeing–I’ve got real work to do.”

“So you’re just ditching the bar?”

“You’re still there, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you can’t seriously be doing all this just because of something Becky said. This is going way too far.”

“I like it here. The air is fresh, and the people are kind. You should come visit.”

“Not a chance!”

Jose stood and continued walking as he spoke. But his foot slipped-

“Ahh

“Jose You okay?!”

“Fell down. I’m fine–just got my pants dirty. I’ll wash them later

“Wait you’re gonna wash them yourself?”

“Who else would do it? There’s no maid here. I do my own laundry. I cook, too”

Jacob practically cried. Jose, come back, man!”

“Shut it. Don’t kill my motivation”

Before Jacob could say more, Juse hung up.

Back at his small village house, he peeled off the muddy pants, dumped them in a basin, filled it with water, and squatted

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“Tll help you wash them!” a young girl ran over–about twelve or thirteen, with twin braids.

Jose looked up with a warm smile. “It’s okay, Flora. I’ve got it.”

You’ve helped us so much. I can’t just sit by. Let me do this–I’m really good at housework.”

She looked up at him with eyes full of spark and determination.

Jose gave in. “All right. But afterward, come pick up the new books I brought for the kids,”

She snatched the basin stubbornly. “I’ll do it after the pants are clean.

Jose had no choice but to let her.

Finished

And sure enough, Flora was quick and thorough–she scrubbed, rinsed, and made sure not a single soap bubble was left before hanging the pants out to dry.

Jose came out with a stack of books and handed them to her.

“Thanks. Here–take these.”

Her eyes lit up as she took the books, face full of joy.

“Thank you!”

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