Chapter 482 The Workaholic

Ever since that day, Jack never mentioned anything about confessing his feelings again. He still treated me the same, but it seemed like work had become much busier for him, and he came by less often. Nevertheless, he still brought me meals every now and then, sometimes even flowers. A few times, I tried to bring up the topic of our feelings, but he would instinctively avoid it. Eventually, I gave up trying to talk about it and decided to just treat him as a friend. My health improved day by day, and soon, I found myself restless. I couldn't sit still anymore, and my mind kept wandering. I wondered if I could find something to do. After I won ten lobsters from Andrew in a game of poker, he was done with it. "This game sucks," he grumbled. "Poker's supposed to be outsmarting the big players. I'm just a small-time player, and you're the one cleaning me out." "Andrew, there's an old saying—if you can't handle the heat, don't get in the kitchen," I teased. "I don't care," he sho