CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE

“I didn’t grow up rich.” He held his spoon and I couldn’t help but feel the disdain in his voice.

Anyone who grew up poor and got rich could feel possible resentment for the past. I wasn’t ashamed of mine but I wasn’t too happy about it.

It was the cause of many problems that I had, especially with my parents so I guess I could relate to him.

“But you’re rich now.” I said, staring at half his melted strawberry ice cream. I almost laughed when he ordered it.

He just didn’t seem like the kind of person you’d imagine having that as their favorite dessert.

“Yeah.” His face quickly morphed into that of happiness and he sighed.

“I am.” He wasn’t humble about his wealth. Did he have to be though if he struggled for it?

Rising to the top of the ladder at such a young age and coming from nothing, I guess he had every right to not be.

“How about you?” My spoon was halfway in my mouth. I had become relaxed after eating my strawberry cheesecake. It tasted nothing like Jared’s but I welcome