Recently, Jason Whitman's stomach problems flared up, so I personally made some soup and delivered it to his school.
But as soon as I got downstairs, a sign was prominently displayed at the entrance.
"Samantha Moore and dogs are not allowed."
There was even a picture of me on it.
I frowned, about to call Jason to confront him.
A bucket of cold water was poured from upstairs, landing squarely on me.
Jessica Hayes peeked from the window, feigning surprise.
"Professor's wife, why aren't you staying home, a typical housewife? What are you doing in our research group?"
"Oh, don’t overthink the sign. It's just an internal joke. You’re not part of our circle, so it’s normal you don’t understand!"
I stood there, disheveled.
Not only was my makeup ruined, but my clothes were soaked, clinging tightly, the outline of my underwear visible.
Jason heard the commotion, grabbed Jessica by the ear, and dragged her downstairs, apologetic. "Jessica is young, she jokes without respect for elders. You’re not angry, are you?"
Jessica stuck out her tongue, pouting.
"It's your fault! Who told you to lose the bet last time? Otherwise, would I have this sign at the door?"
"You promised me three super spicy hot pot meals, you still owe me two!"
She noticed the thermos in my hand and smiled smugly.
"By the way, Mrs. Moore, Mr. Whitman doesn’t like your soup. I always finish it for him."
"Just give it to me this time, too."
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Before finishing, her hand was already out.
I pushed her away.
Anger and grievance churned in my chest.
No wonder Jason, who usually had a light palate, suddenly had a stomachache.
So, he was busy taking someone out for spicy hot pot.
Just as I pushed Jessica away...
Jason instinctively stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
Then, realizing something, he quickly released her.
Jessica's eyes reddened, and she choked, "Mrs. Moore, this sign was a joke. Even if you’re angry, you shouldn’t have pushed me, right?"
"I know you’re used to being a rich housewife, so you don’t get our jokes. But this is a school, everyone is equal. How could you humiliate me like this?"
I almost laughed from anger.
They put up such an insulting sign, even pasted my picture, then soaked me.
Instead of apologizing, did she blame me?
Jason patted Jessica's head, tone light.
"Alright, you splashed her too, we’re even, forget it."
After speaking, he saw me soaking wet.
He frowned, took off his white coat, and tried to drape it over me.
“Samantha, don’t take it to heart with Jessica. She’s straightforward, always speaks her mind, but means no harm.”
I stepped back, preventing him from touching me.
Jason’s coat smelled strongly of perfume.
Exactly the same as Jessica’s.
The smell mixed with my cold sweat, making me nauseous.
“Oops!” Jessica exclaimed softly, with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"Mrs. Moore, don’t misunderstand."
“I know housewives like you overthink.”
She pointed to the white coat in Jason’s hand, tone full of superiority.
"Last night, I was doing an experiment and got my clothes dirty, so I temporarily wore Professor Whitman’s."
