"Sorry, brother—Jasmine is just simple like that. She doesn't hide her likes and dislikes." Landon glanced at me smugly, hugging her close as he turned to leave.
They had barely taken two steps when Caroline Sawyer appeared at the end of the corridor.
She watched their retreating backs before turning to me.
"Family?"
I shook my head.
Caroline scoffed.
"Two fools. A perfect match. Stay away from them—stupidity is contagious."
With a stony face, she shoved a three-tiered, expensive-looking insulated lunch box into my hands.
"Here. The chef made too much. Don't waste it."
At the sight of Caroline Sawyer, the color drained from Landon's face.
He looked back at me, eyes swirling with disbelief and devastation. It wasn't until Jasmine tugged at his sleeve, asking what was wrong, that he gritted his teeth.
"It's nothing. I just think it's ridiculous how some people are merely toys being played with, yet they take themselves so seriously."
He dragged Jasmine away.
From that day on, Caroline brought me food daily.
But as I ate, suspicion grew. For a family as wealthy as the Jiangs, why were the chef's dishes so... home-style? So ordinary?
***
After recovering, I returned to school.