Chapter 2The Roommate Who Wanted My Family

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?"

"Of course there is!"

I rejected her flat out.

"Sorry, but we aren't comfortable leaving our house to you while we're gone. You need to figure out a way to get a ticket and go back to your own home."

Chloe didn't say anything else, so I assumed she had accepted it.

But on the day the dorms closed, when my parents drove up to pick me up, Chloe dragged her suitcase out and followed me right to the car.

My family of three stared at her in shock.

She stood there, looking awkwardly at her shoes.

"Godfather, Godmother, can I come home with you?"

"I know you're going on a trip, you don't have to worry about me! I'll be a good girl and stay home by myself!"

"I can watch the house and clean it for you!"

"My parents only gave me enough money for a cheap coach ticket, and they're all sold out. I couldn't get one, so I can't go home."

"Everyone is leaving for the break, even the RAs are gone. I'm too scared to stay in the dorms by myself."

She started crying as she spoke.

My dad is a softie. He sighed and unlocked the car doors.

"Get in."

Chloe's face instantly lit up. She threw her suitcase in the trunk and hopped in.

I was incredibly unhappy. I felt like she was completely overstepping her boundaries.

But considering we still had three and a half years of college left as roommates, I bit my tongue and didn't blow up.

When we got home, Chloe dropped her bags and immediately ran into the kitchen to start washing vegetables.

"Godfather, Godmother, you guys must be exhausted! I'll cook dinner tonight."

She always acted so "thoughtful," actively taking on chores and offering to massage my parents' shoulders.

My dad always used it as an opportunity to compare us.

"Look at Chloe! If you were even half as considerate as her, we'd be thrilled!"

But the reality was, every time Chloe offered to do chores, my parents never actually let her do them.

She was a guest, after all. How could we make a guest do housework?

Sure enough, as soon as Chloe put the vegetables in the sink, my mom gently pushed her out of the kitchen.

"Go watch TV. Emma can help me wash the vegetables."

I rolled up my sleeves and walked into the kitchen. "Mom, Chloe has offered to cook for us so many times, but I've still never tasted her food."

"Let her show off her skills today. You go relax, Mom."

I pushed my mom out of the kitchen and turned to Chloe.

"What are you standing around for? Start cooking."

Chloe reluctantly put on an apron.

She actually managed to whip up four dishes, and they were all things my parents loved.

Now my parents liked her even more.

"Chloe, I can't believe you're such a good cook at eighteen! Our Emma can barely wash vegetables, let alone make rice."

"If you like it, Godmother, I can cook for you every day from now on."

She shot me a smug look.

"Emma, you should really learn from Chloe. When we're not home, you just order takeout all the time. It's so unhealthy."

"It's okay, Godfather! I can cook for Emma from now on."

"Oh, right! Are you guys leaving for your trip tomorrow? I'm so jealous of Emma, getting to go on vacation every break. The furthest I've ever traveled is from my house to school."

My dad felt bad for her. He looked at my mom. "Why don't we bring Chloe with us?"