He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 10: My Leftovers Suit You Well

But the wind was too strong, driving the rain in from all directions. Soaked to the bone, her entire body began to tremble with cold.

The man who had witnessed everything fiercely stubbed out his cigarette.

A staff member in charge of coordination jogged over to report to Theodore Grant. "Mr. Grant, the kitchen is almost ready. Should I go get the takeout order and bring it in?"

"Open the gate and let her in. Have her wait in the courtyard."

"Yes."

The staff member didn’t dare ask any more questions.

He had someone open the villa’s gate.

When Natalie Morgan saw the gate open, she quickly grabbed the food containers and headed inside through the rain.

’This order was taking way too long. She didn’t mind making a few fewer deliveries, but she was worried the food would get cold and the customer would leave a bad review.’

Her phone rang.

She set the containers down and answered. "Hello? Wait in the courtyard? But there’s nowhere to take shelter from the rain here. I don’t mind getting drenched, but I’m worried about the food... Oh, okay. Please be quick."

Natalie Morgan was told to wait at the bottom of the steps in front of the villa.

The rain was heavy, and the wind whipped her raincoat about.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Just as she was about to take the order up, she saw Wanda Lynch’s face.

"It really is you, Natalie."

Natalie Morgan, who had been about to move forward, froze. "It’s you?"

"That’s right, it’s my birthday today." Wanda Lynch was dressed like a fairy who had descended to the mortal realm. She wore a white dress, her hair was styled in glamorous waves, and a small tiara rested on her head, making her look like a doted-upon little princess.

Even her crutch had been swapped for a model encrusted with rhinestones to complement her beauty for the day. "But don’t get the wrong idea. It wasn’t me who told them not to come get the food. It was Theodore’s order."

’Theodore Grant is here too?’

Natalie Morgan gave a derisive laugh.

’How could her own husband possibly be absent from an event as grand as Wanda Lynch’s birthday?’

She hadn’t seen Theodore Grant in over a month, but gossip about him and Wanda Lynch constantly popped up in the clickbait ads on her phone.

"Natalie, Theodore specially picked this villa to celebrate my birthday. Isn’t it beautiful? I love it so much."

Wanda Lynch’s eyes shone with excitement.

Natalie Morgan gritted her teeth. "Wanda Lynch, you seem to fit perfectly into my cast-off shoes."

Wanda Lynch froze.

Her expression turned sour. Just as she was about to speak, Theodore Grant walked over.

His expression was even uglier than Wanda Lynch’s. He must have heard what she’d just said.

She met his furious gaze. "Could I trouble you, Mr. Grant, to have someone take the order? It won’t taste good if it gets cold."

Just as Natalie Morgan was about to step onto the stairs, the man’s cold voice cut in. "Stay right there."

She froze, lifting her gaze to meet his.

The rain beat mercilessly against her face, blurring her vision.

"I don’t want the food."

’He’d made her wait in the pouring rain for nearly an hour.’

’And now he just decides he doesn’t want it?’

"Why not?" Natalie Morgan asked, stunned, her throat tightening.

"Theodore, don’t be like this. Look how hard Natalie worked to deliver this in the rain. It’s not easy, and delivery fees are hard to come by." Wanda Lynch played the peacemaker with feigned sincerity.

"The food’s cold."

"You didn’t send someone to get it in time. That’s your problem. Besides, these dishes are in insulated containers. Even if they’ve cooled down, you can just reheat them."

Theodore Grant scoffed. "I spent over twenty thousand on this order, and you’re telling me to just reheat it?"

The woman standing in the rain stared at the face that had become so unfamiliar to her.

’This was the man she had loved for six years.’

’And he was hell-bent on tormenting her to death.’

’Marriage?’

’What a joke!’

"Theodore, stop. Why don’t I go get it?"

The woman on the crutch was about to move, but Theodore Grant pulled her back. "Leave her."

The man’s icy gaze fell on Natalie Morgan once more. "It’s not impossible for me to accept the food. Stand here for two hours."

A bitter pang shot through the woman’s heart.

She lifted her defiant chin. "I hope you’re a man of your word, Mr. Grant."

Theodore Grant turned, led Wanda Lynch inside, and the heavy door slammed shut.

The woman holding the order was left standing alone in the downpour.

The wind whipped up her raincoat, leaving her at the mercy of the invasive rain.

She was chilled to the bone, inside and out.

Serena Sutton called. "Nattie, why aren’t you home?"

"I’m on a delivery."

"You’re still out delivering in this downpour? What if you fall? What would you do then? Just stop and come back," Serena Sutton’s worried voice came through the phone.

Natalie Morgan forced a faint smile. "Claire, this one order has a two-thousand-yuan delivery fee."

"Just for..." Just for two thousand yuan, she was out delivering food in a storm. Serena Sutton’s heart ached with a mix of emotions. "...Well, be careful. Come back as soon as you finish this one, and don’t work anymore today."

"Okay. Don’t worry about me."

The man stood on the second-floor balcony, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He never once brought it to his lips.

He let it burn down to the filter before tossing it into an exquisite ashtray.

"Theodore, the birthday party is about to start. Are you coming down?" Wanda Lynch asked tentatively.

Theodore Grant didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on the slender figure in the rain.

Wanda Lynch followed his gaze.

Natalie Morgan was still standing there.

She’d been standing there, motionless, for nearly two hours.

"Theodore, I’ll have someone get the food now."

"I’ll go."

The villa’s wooden door opened once more. A man holding a black umbrella descended the steps with calm elegance.

The woman, so cold her teeth were chattering, looked up at the man with despair in her eyes.

"Can you take the order now?"

"Was two thousand yuan all it took to make you bend?"

He stood just a step away from her, his posture that of a superior, his tone mocking.

The curtain of rain between them seemed to separate them into two different worlds.

"And who do I have to thank for that but you, Mr. Grant?"

’If he hadn’t sabotaged her at every turn, she would be sitting in a spacious classroom right now, teaching children how to draw the first rains of autumn.’

He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke.

"If you can’t stand this hardship, then be a good girl and come back. Continue being Mrs. Grant, and I can let bygones be bygones."

She shook her head.

She just stared at him quietly.

The color drained from her face.

"Please, take the order." She held out the containers.

Theodore Grant didn’t reach for them. Instead, he turned to walk back inside. "It seems the rain hasn’t soaked you sober yet."

"Theodore Grant, you’re going back on your word!" Her voice was hoarse, her fingertips trembling.

’If she had the nerve, she would have thrown the entire order right in Theodore Grant’s face.’

’But she didn’t.’

’She couldn’t afford to pay for the twenty-thousand-yuan order, and she certainly couldn’t afford to lose the two-thousand-yuan delivery fee.’

The man paid her no mind.

The door slammed shut once more.

Natalie Morgan turned away in despair, her head hanging low.

"Hey, delivery girl! Bring the order in," someone called out.

Natalie Morgan looked back, stunned. A man in a chef’s uniform was waving at her. "Yeah, you! Hurry up and bring it in."