The Good Girl's Revenge

Meredith looked at the man, who was standing in the dark. She found him to be hostile.

The man was Asher.

Meredith had always felt that Asher was not very friendly to her. For a moment, she got somewhat defensive. She took two steps back. "What's the matter?”

Asher looked at her, who was slightly surprised. He smiled more sarcastically. She pretended to be innocent and pitiful. It seemed that she had never been in prison. She was just like a little white rabbit who didn't know anything about the world.

However, she could deceive Derek, but not him.

"Are you here to take care of Derek?”

“Sort of."

Meredith also had no intention of talking with him, so she offered a vague answer, trying to walk past Asher, but he blocked the way once again.

"Since I'm here, I won't beat around the bush with you. I know your background very well. I know who you are. A person like you is not matched with Derek, so I hope you don't make any unnecessary struggles, which are only jokes for us.”

Asher's words were full of sarcasm for Meredith. His air of superiority made her feel as if she was a toad desiring for a swan.

Perhaps, in their social circle, she was such a lowly toad.

But at this moment, Meredith suddenly didn't want to be looked down upon. “I'm sorry. I don't want to talk to you about this.”

As she spoke, she held the lunch box in her hand and tried to walk past him, but Asher reached out and stopped her.

Compared with Meredith, he was a head taller. With his height and strength, it was easy for him to control a woman like her.

"I've made it so clear. Are you going to play dumb? Well, you can ask me for what you want. I won't bargain. When you get it, you have to disappear and be away from Derek.”

Meredith looked at him. He thought who he was.

At best, he was just a friend of Derek. How could he say he was going to insult her with money? Meredith frowned. Asher, sneering inwardly, thought she hesitated. Sure enough, this kind of woman approached Derek only for money and profit.

Meredith thought for a moment. Asher insisted on persuading her to leave, was it just for Derek? Was it because he didn't want his friend to live with someone he despised?

However, if so, he was too selfless. If there were any other reasons, Meredith would have thought that the man in front of her was gay and that he was trying to keep his lover, so that he could embarrass her without hesitation.

Just as she was thinking, Meredith suddenly understood something.

"Are you doing this for Chloe?"

Meredith quickly recalled the day Asher brought Chloe to the Xavier Group...

Could it be that Asher loved Chloe?

"What are you talking about?" Asher did not expect Meredith to talk about this. He was in a daze for a moment, and Meredith saw it all.

She immediately understood why he stopped her and felt somewhat pity for him.

It was obvious that he liked Chloe, but he still wanted to do such a thankless thing for making Chloe and Derek happy. Was Asher called infatuated or stupid?

Asher was annoyed for being gazed by Meredith. She was a lowly woman. How could she look at him like that?

What's more, she got to know what he had been hiding, which made him feel frustrated and even angrier. "I'll give you three days to think about it. I warn you here. If you continue to be up to no good and live with Derek, I'll give you a hard time."

After saying that, Asher pushed Meredith away and left.

Meredith couldn't dodge and was pushed back a few steps by the man. The thing in her hand accidentally fell, and the boiling soup split out and splashed on her clothes. Meredith couldn't help but hiss for being burned.

Was Asher crazy?

Meredith had never seen like him, self-proclaimed as a gentleman, push a woman before. Meredith's eyes were filled with anger as she looked behind him.

However, thinking that Derek should have been waiting in the room for a long time, Meredith could not settle the score with Asher. She could only comfort her that she had a bad luck and went to the restaurant to buy another meal.

She was afraid that Derek would notice something was wrong. Meredith found a tissue and went to the bathroom. She simply cleaned up the oil stains on her clothes, but the color of the food was already thick, which had left ugly stains even after careful handling.

When Meredith looked at the clothes, she was still a little angry. Somehow, her clothes were ruined though she did nothing. It was really unlucky.

When Meredith returned to the ward, Derek picked up the documents again and read them. He looked impatient for waiting so long.

Meredith hid her stains and walked over to the table. "Stop reading and eat something.”

Derek nodded and put down the thing in his hand. "Why do you take so much time to buy a meal?" Logically speaking, the ward was so close to the restaurant. What's more, the requirements of the VIP ward were met first, so it shouldn't take so long.

"Well, it's a little busy there.”

Meredith gave him a random excuse, but Derek frowned for feeling that she was hiding something from him.

At this moment, Derek's eyes fell on the water stain on her clothes. Although Meredith intentionally covered it with her arm, the stain was still very easy to notice.

"What happened? Why does your clothes wet?"

There was a deeper frown on Derek's face.

"It's nothing. I have been to get something else. I accidentally fell and the soup spilt on my clothes that time." Meredith smiled and answered Derek.

However, the man was not convinced by her words.

"Come here." Derek said in a deep voice. He looked at Meredith. He said it lightly but made people dare not resist.

Meredith looked at Derek, who was unhappy with his eyes, and she felt a little agitated and flustered.

"As I say, it is an accident...”

"Come here."

Derek lowered his voice once again, which seemed to be the peace before the storm.

Meredith sighed and put aside the thing in her hand. Just as she was about to walk over, Derek grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the front, carefully watching the dirty marks on her clothes. How could a man fall with such a hot soup spilt on himself?

Meredith must be lying.

Sensing this, Derek's face darkened.

"Who did it?"

Needless to think, There must be someone who pushed her, so that she fell with the soup spilt on herself.

Meredith didn't expect Derek to know that someone had pushed her with several glances. When she thought that Asher was his friend, she hesitated. "It is just an accident. I don't want you to worry, so I haven't said it."

After that, she held back the grievance in her heart and pretended to be casual. "It is just an accident. Do I have to tell you about my fall too? Then you don't have to do anything else in a day. Just listen to me say these embarrassing things.”

"..." Derek noticed the way Meredith spoke, knowing that she would not say anything. He stopped asking questions. Looking at her wet clothes, he asked, "Do you burn yourself?"