The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 31

Meredith glanced at Parker with confusion. She supposed that only one sentence couldn't express her

respect for him.

Then Meredith bow to him reverently, "Thank you so much."

Looked at her serious behavior, Parker found it was really funny. "Come on, stand up. Someone who

saw your behavior would think you were mourning over my death."

Meredith's face was blushed with a little embarrassment. "Then, how can I express my thanks clearly?

Can I treat you to dinner?"

Parker looked at Meredith's serious eyes and somehow had an urge to tease her. "I've been staying in

the hotel for more than a month and I'm tired of the meals they offer."

Meredith was a little annoyed. Was this guy fooling with her?

"I'm so tired of eating out. How about you cooked something and let me have a taste? It's the most

sincere way to show your respect."

Parker looked at Meredith's flushed cheeks. Her eyes glistened with tears, but they were still bright.

What she did not know was that the more stubborn she was, the more he wanted to tease her.

Meredith thought for a while. "But I don't think I'm better than the chefs in those restaurants."

"It doesn't matter. I enjoy your preparation, not food. It's a deal. You go back to work. I'll get someone to Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

investigate the woman. I won't let her do as she wants."

After saying that, Parker waved his hand and walked into the VIP elevator for the company's leaders.

Meredith watched him going away, feeling a little uneasy in her mind, but she became more relaxed

than before.

Someone believed her and helped her cope with the colleague who framed her up. It felt like a beam of

light went into the darkness.

Perhaps the following days were not as difficult as she thought.

Meredith smiled and returned to her office.

Her belongings had already been put back where they were. Rachel was crying and hitting the items on

the table not far away.

Meredith glanced at her without any sympathy. Rachel suffered from her own actions, she deserved it.

"What are you looking at? Don't think you can do anything you want with President Hill at your back in

the company. You are going to be abandoned by him someday. We'll see what will happen to you."

Meredith's eyes turned dim when she heard her words. "All I know is that we shouldn't hurt anyone in

any circumstances to avoid further retribution."

...

A few days later, it was the weekend.

Meredith made an appointment with Parker. She was going to cook the food at home and sent it to him

for a taste.

So, Meredith got up early and went to the market to buy some food materials.

Derek frowned in the early morning because he had not seen her since he got up.

Meredith would usually stay at home and not walk around on weekends. Now she even didn't want to

have a rest on weekends?

When the servant came in with coffee, and he asked lightly, "Have you seen her this morning?"

The servant could guess without a hint who was "she" from Derek's tone.

"Young madam has been busy with cooking in the kitchen. She probably would like to cook something

by herself." After answering his question in full detail, the servant retreated.

Derek picked up the coffee and took a sip. The mellow taste dissipated in his mouth and his frowning

eyebrows relaxed a little. Then, he snorted coldly.

"Do you think you can please me by doing this?"

After that unhappy day, they had never talked to each other again.

Derek wouldn't talk to her first. Did that mean she was going to give in?

Derek crossed his long legs and waited leisurely.

Meredith had been busy with cooking for a while and asked the chef of the Xaviers some questions.

In fact, she didn't know much about cooking. She was the daughter of the Masons before being

imprisoned. Even though she was not welcomed by Wesley, she didn't have to do laundry and cooking

herself at least.

But that was all over.

Meredith was cooking with a bitter smile on the face.

She supposed that she really needed to learn these basic survival skills. Otherwise, no one would

serve her after she being kicked out of the Xaviers.

After a while, Meredith finally finished the meal. She carefully removed them into a thermal box. She

went outside after expressing her thanks to the chef.

Derek waited for her in the room for a long time, reading the document in his hand for a long time

without turning one page. It was only when Vivian came to inform him to have lunch that he realized

something was wrong because he found that Meredith was not at home.

"Where is Meredith?"

Seeing Derek's unhappy face, Vivian complained, "Young madam cooked in the kitchen early in the

morning. As soon as she finished that, she packed that up and went outside directly. I don't know who

she is dating... I got scolded just because I asked her one question."

Vivian's voice trailed off. She finally lowered her head in injustice.

After hearing this, Derek was completely out of the mood to eat. With a bang, he dropped his

chopsticks and said, "I'm gonna go out."

He would like to know what the woman was going to do outside.

...

Meredith took the bus to the destination and then walked a long way to the place that Parker had told

him.

Parker had already arrived. He was moved when he saw her holding a lunchbox tightly in her hands

with sweat dripping from her face.

He didn't expect her would take his joke so seriously.

"I'm sorry for my late. I brought my cooking for you, but it is not very good..." Meredith said with a little

embarrassment.

She had already tasted all these dishes before she came here. Although they were not bad to eat, they

were not delicious.

So, she brought her savings over there. If Parker didn't like the dishes, she would invite him to a

restaurant for dinner.

"Then I'm going to have a try to see if you're too modest." Parker shrugged casually and opened the

box to eat a few mouthfuls.

Meredith touched her purse and was ready for his judgment, but Parker did not show the unpleasant as

she had imagined, he liked that instead.

After a while, he ate up all the food she had made.

Meredith looked at him with a little uneasy. Parker put down his chopsticks and looked at her. "You've

been staring at me for a while. Is there something on my face?"

Meredith couldn't help but laugh and shook her head. "No, I just don't expect you're not a picky eater.

After all, I know very well about my cooking..."

"No, it's not like that. It's not just about the taste, but the feeling you expressed is also important."

Parker smiled and wiped his lips. "You're not as bad as you think. You can be more confident in the

future."

This was the first time that Meredith was encouraged by a stranger. She was stunned for a moment,

and then smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Meredith rarely smiled. After being discharged from prison, she had a lot of things on her mind. She

always had an icy face and didn't show any expression, but she looked pretty good when she smiled.

Looking at Meredith's smiling face, Parker lost in thought. His left chest seemed to be hit by something,

and his heart was jumping so fast.