Chapter 4 The Bank Card

Edwin stuffed the burger bag into my arms and said, "I ran a long way to buy this for you. Go ahead and eat."

Even though the paper bag was chilly, I felt warm. I glanced at the woman next to my sickbed, smiling, and asked him, "Why didn't you buy more? Let's eat together."

To my surprise, he looked annoyed and said, "What's there to eat? Do you know how much this combo costs? Listen up, this happens only once. Don't indulge in such things frequently. They're expensive and not even that tasty. The meat pies made in my hometown are better and cheaper."

My hands paused in opening the package, and I found it hard to believe what I was hearing.

With a monthly living allowance of twenty thousand dollars, was I not worthy of a McDonald's meal?

Back home, I was always dining at fancy foreign restaurants where a single meal could cost over five hundred dollars.

Seeing my change in expression, he quickly added, "I'm not saying you can't eat it. But since you're ill, you shouldn't consume such greasy and heat-inducing food."

I still felt distressed, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Seeing this, he seemed flustered, hastening to draw the curtain around the bed, wiping my tears while consoling me in a low voice.

"We'll get married in the future, have children, and take care of our parents. All of this requires money, so it's only natural that we learn to save. Don't you agree?"

I was stunned once again.

We had been dating for less than half a year, and the first semester of college hadn't even finished, yet he was already making promises and planning our future!

Seeing my perplexed expression, he smiled, kissed me, and called me a silly girl who understood nothing but crying.

And just like that, I became a foolish girl, forgetting all my previous grievances.

Two weeks later, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to campus. Not long after, the winter break began.

My family sent a car to pick me up. My parents and sister came to see me, noticing my weight loss and expressing concern.

They even suggested I transfer to the local college near home. However, I already had Edwin in my heart and refused their offer.

Before departing, I asked Edwin if he wanted to meet my parents, but he declined.

I supposed he wasn't ready, and my parents might not approve of me having a boyfriend so soon, so I didn't insist.

Before going home, I didn't retrieve that bank card.

I had a very enjoyable holiday, and my family bought me many high-end items. Clothes, shoes, bags, and cosmetics restored me to the carefree and joyful little princess.

However, whenever we video-called at night, he seemed unhappy to see my radiant appearance.

More than once, he mockingly called me "Miss Spoiled." He would ask, "Do you remember what you promised me?".

His face was filled with disdain when he asked.

"But it's the New Year. Can't I wear new clothes?" I retorted.

"Do new clothes have to be so expensive? What's the difference between a twenty-thousand-dollar coat and a hundred-dollar one? Aren't they both just pieces of clothing? As long as it keeps you warm, it's a good one," he argued.

Pausing for a moment, I asked him, "Edwin, have you bought new clothes?"

Annoyance flashed across his face as he replied, "I don't have that kind of spare money."

Hastily, I said, "There should still be some money in my account. You can use it to buy new clothes."

His anger flared further. "What do you take me for? If I spend your money, will I become a gigolo?"

I hurriedly defended myself, "No, that's not true. Even if the money is with me, I still want to buy clothes for you during the New Year. You can use it without any worries. I'll have more money when school starts."

He fell silent, his lips tightly pressed as he watched me in the video. Suddenly, he said, "Harper, I miss you."