REVERSE 4 YOU

6 Last Time You Didn't Smile

Unintentionally, I somehow notice that the garbage bag P'Four shamelessly asked me to dispose of isn't filled with trash. When I open it wide, a plethora of familiar luxury clothes reveal themselves before me. The price tags are in dollars; each item is worth around ten thousand when converted to Thai baht!

Holy bananas!

Not only is she devious, but she is also completely insane.

How could she throw away these items? No, where did she even acquire them in the first place? Did she steal them from the owner of that mansion she used to work for? And now she wants me to discard them! What if the CCTV has caught me red-handed with them? Jattawa Piengpradabkwan would unfortunately become her scapegoat. Left abandoned and imprisoned without bail, I wouldn't stand a chance of pursuing my dream job as a lawyer.

Realizing the potential consequences, I make my way back to the third floor and knock on the door of the opposite room, determined to confront its occupant face-to-face.

When P'Four opens the door and sees that it's me, her face instantly contorts with a mix of irritation and disdain. "What's up?"

"Just get rid of them yourself."

"Is it really that difficult? Just tossing them into the garbage?"

"Not really, but I have no idea where on Earth you got them from. If you're truly innocent, then discard them yourself."

"You're overthinking it."

Arguing with someone like P'Four, with her irritating tone and expression, makes my head feel like a volcano that's about to explode. "You said you worked at that mansion where I delivered the pizza. That means you're not well off. If you suddenly have these items and no longer live there, it could imply that you stole them and ran away."

"You better write a short story and submit it to Kai Hua Ror1. You could win 2000 baht."

"Ha! Really?" Oops! That's not it, Jattawa! Don't be greedy. "Are you going to say it's all my imagination? Anyway, just take care of your own trash."

Honestly, my arm's already hurting from holding the bag for so long.

Her beautiful eyes, as if they are brimful of the entire universe, look down at the garbage bag. "It's yours."

Hmm?

"Whatever is inside, it's yours. But don't wear them because I'd have to see you wearing them every day. You can sell them. Just keep them out of my sight."

"I won't accept stolen goods."

"I already resigned from that mansion. The lady of the house just came back from LA. She gave me all of these."

"Oh, I see..."

"They're genuine."

"..." Well, they'd definitely fetch a good price. I want to keep them, but I'm afraid that she might be a thief.

"But remember, we aren't friends. Don't ever knock on my door again. It's annoying. Or else, you wouldn't get the chance to make that confused face before me anymore."

P'Four delivered her order firmly, with a serious tone and expression. It's evident that she isn't joking, but damn it! I can't hold back my laughter any longer. It bursts out in a big, hearty laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" My laugh seems to get on her nerves. P'Four's eyebrows furrow even more tightly. Her gaze is fueled by the desire to fight and tinged with spite. I manage to suppress my impulsive lips and present her with a reasonable argument: