Chapter 333: Ron's Drama
Ron's excuse was ridiculous, even to Caroline's burned feet.
It wasn't that Caroline wanted to be naive, but the situation left her completely speechless.
The dumpster was like a miniature apartment, complete with kitchenware, furniture, plumbing, and heating—like a tiny studio, only a fraction of normal size. Even the dollhouse Caroline used to play with as a child was bigger. For a moment, the scene made her feel like she was living in some bizarre reality TV show.
However, the appearance of the two people inside made her deeply uncomfortable.
One was her boyfriend—well, not officially stated but basically acknowledged—Ron, who had just hastily thrown on a hoodie and hadn't even properly put on his jeans.
The other was her best friend Max, with whom she'd spent countless hours, using a blanket to cover her curvy figure. Even without seeing it, Caroline knew she was completely naked under that blanket.
She felt betrayed. Doubly betrayed.
"Join us?! Are you f***ing kidding me?!" Caroline rattled off a string of profanities at lightning speed, slamming the dumpster door shut.
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go after her!" A beautiful leg emerged from under the covers and kicked Ron.
Ron scratched his head: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm taking your trash palace and getting out of here. Let's be clear—if you can't fix things with Caroline, I'm dumping you, and this dumpster is mine."
"Wait! Let me walk you out!" Ron chased after Caroline from the dumpster.
"Walk me out? Why don't you stay in there and keep me company..." Caroline wanted to curse, but she couldn't bring herself to direct it at Max.
Because Max and Ron were the only two people who helped her after she lost everything: "No, no, no, it's fine."
"Then at least take my scarf, it's still pretty cold outside."
"No, I don't want it!" Caroline continued to refuse Ron's kindness with a cold expression, but perhaps Ron used too much force when offering it—Caroline slipped and fell directly to the ground.
Fortunately, someone had left trash bags next to what they thought was a regular dumpster, so Caroline's face didn't directly kiss the hard concrete.
But unfortunately, she landed right on the pile of garbage.
"Are you okay? Let me help you up?"
Ron reached out, but was immediately rejected by Caroline: "No! Ron! I will not be the other woman to Max!
What were you thinking? You're dating both of us at the same time, and the other one is Max?! I thought that after we broke up in high school, you could become more faithful, or at least keep it discreet so I wouldn't know, but I didn't expect you to still be like this!"
Caroline sat on the garbage pile, pounding on the trash bags while yelling.
"Uh... Paris Hilton came onto me in high school, and this time, Max was there first. Remember that night you lost your apartment?
Actually, before I came to pick you up, I had just been with Max at the diner and at her place."
"So you're saying I'm the homewrecker?! I, Caroline Channing, would never be a homewrecker! Even if I'm literally lying in a garbage dump right now, I'm not trash!"
Caroline's dramatic declaration made Ron want to laugh, but he managed to hold it in and reached out to pull her up. This time, she didn't refuse.
"Caroline, listen, things aren't always black and white. For example, just because there's garbage on the outside doesn't mean there can't be a home on the inside. Just because I'm with you doesn't mean I can't have feelings for someone else too. Life is complicated." The more Ron talked, the more he sounded like a complete douchebag.
Okay, "sounded like" is unnecessary—he was being a douchebag.
"All your rationalizations would at least need to be based on me thinking this trash house is acceptable, but I don't. Goodnight." With that, Caroline grabbed her purse from the garbage pile and turned to leave dramatically.
"Caroline!"
"Ron, you don't need to beg me!"
"I just..."
"Maybe we'll meet again in another life!"
"I want to tell you..."
"Listen, Ron, you can't abandon Max for me, so I've decided to step aside."
"No," Ron's tone grew anxious after being interrupted twice by Caroline, "I just..."
"Really, you don't need to say anything more!"
"I do!" Ron seized the moment as soon as Caroline finished speaking: "You have a diaper stuck to your back."
Apparently whoever threw out the trash didn't seal the bag properly, because when Caroline fell on the garbage pile, a used baby diaper got stuck to her back, and Ron could clearly see a large yellow stain on it.
"Ugh... I felt something." The atmosphere became incredibly awkward, and Caroline quickly spun around and fled the scene, shaking her shoulders as she walked, trying to shake the diaper off.
"Ron, how's Caroline?" Max's voice came from inside the dumpster.
"She left. I guess she went home, so can we go another round?" Ron replied casually.
"Don't even think about it. I'm leaving now. We need to talk!" Max, now fully dressed, emerged from the trash shelter. "Goodbye, Ron."
...
At Sheldon's apartment, after Howard and Leonard left for their dates, only Sheldon and Rajesh remained.
"Sheldon, what are you doing?" Rajesh asked curiously, watching Sheldon scribbling on a piece of paper.
"I'm designing a new piece for three-dimensional chess. What do you think about calling it the 'Prince Ron'? He's the brother of the brilliant king, who's intellectually challenged but well-meaning."
Sheldon replied without looking up.
"I think you're making fun of Ron."
"Really? You also think Ron's intellectually challenged, right? He still doesn't even understand string theory. I've never met anyone more clueless than him at Caltech."
Sheldon nodded in agreement, while Rajesh quickly waved his hands.
"No! I didn't say that! Don't put words in my mouth! You were the one who said it all, I didn't say anything!"
Just then, the apartment door opened, and Ron walked in. "Excuse me, I actually do know string theory. Isn't it just that subatomic particles aren't the smallest points, but rather like vibrating strings—the only difference between particle types is the frequency of the string's vibration? I'll say it again: even though I'm not a physics major, my education still allows me to answer that question pretty well."
"Ron, you're back?!"
(End of Chapter)
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