She sat cross-legged on the ground, tugging at the long-unused fishing pole.
The bait on the fishhook had been eaten long ago.
Yet she still hadn’t caught a single fish.
At this rate, according to the rules of Fish Retreat, everyone must obtain their own ingredients through labor, she probably wouldn’t be having lunch.
But just thinking about Knox Simmons sitting there all serious, also not having caught a single fish, made her feel much better.
Well, if there’s soone to starve along with her, that wouldn’t be too bad.
Scarlett didn’t know if fishing could truly calm the mind.
Her mood had never settled down, it still seed stuck in the hospital, lingering on those cold and distant eyes.
So words kept swirling in her ears, refusing to leave.
She didn’t want to pay attention, didn’t want to think about it anymore, but felt powerless.
Then those cold and heartless words would repeat over and over again, constantly reopening the wound in her heart.
Matthew Saxon, he really is a despicable man, isn’t he?
And even though she was treated so coldly, she kept thinking about this jerk, isn’t that her own doing?
Holding onto a huge jerk in her heart is foolish to begin with.
And once, she thought she’d never do such a foolish thing.
She lifted the fishing rod and stared at the empty hook, her heart bitter like swallowing coptis juice, yet the smile on her lips was bright and radiant. With a cheeky grin, she said, "Bro, do you think we’re going to be hungry this noon?"
"Aren’t there a lot of fish here? Why isn’t there even one willing to take our bait? Could it be because you just bragged, so they’re deliberately making you look bad?"
She rembered when they first arrived, Knox Simmons patted his chest saying he could easily fish up a whole bunch.
Then, more than an hour passed and not even a shadow of a fish was seen in the bucket beside him.
Mocked by a beauty, Knox Simmons suddenly got anxious, hurriedly explaining, "Scarlett, I’m not lying to you. Last ti I ca here, I really caught a bucket of fish. If you don’t believe , ask the Boss."
"Oh." Scarlett’s smile deepened.
"You don’t believe ?" That "oh" in Knox’s ears sounded almost like sarcasm.
He was both anxious and frustrated, throwing the fishing rod on the ground, then standing up in a huff, turning around shouting towards the house, "Boss..."
Damn it!
How could she doubt him, thinking he was bragging?
Last ti he did catch a bucket full of fish, even the Boss praised him.
Originally he wanted to bring Scarlett to show off a bit, but for so reason, like a ghostly presence, an hour passed without even a small fish biting.
This made him, who confidently assured her he could easily fill up a bucket, embarrassed in front of the girl he liked.
These damned fish dared to embarrass him, he swore once they took the bait, he’d braise, steam, deep-fry, and stir-fry them all into his stomach.
Seeing Knox Simmons jumping in frustration, Scarlett was amused and started laughing.
She felt that if she didn’t say sothing soon, he’d really start jumping.
"Alright, alright, I believe you." She said while still covering her mouth laughing.
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