Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 312

Chapter 312

Lorenzo looked like he’d walked off a movie set–sharp, rugged features carved just right.

His glasses had hit the ground in the fall, and now those icy, deep eyes sliced through the dim light like a knife.

Anyone tight with Sebastian wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. Throw in that tattoo peeking out from his collar, and the guy screamed trouble–like a flashing red flag you couldn’t miss.

Ella went stiff under that energy, too freaked to even blink, just standing there like a spooked animal.

Lorenzo’s eyes tightened, giving her a slow, cold look–over.

Macro grabbed her wrist, laying on the sarcasm thick. “Oh, come on, girl, where’s your class? Grabbing a dude’s belt the first time you meet? Might as well pull his pants down and get straight to it!”

“I—I didn’t mean to!” Ella sputtered, scrambling to explain herself.

She couldn’t believe what Macro just said. She wasn’t trying to flirt or anything.

Macro eyed her iron grip on the belt and frowned.

Jennifer, meanwhile, was just as thrown. Seeing Ella hooked onto Lorenzo’s belt–of all things–left her frozen, mouth hanging open.

Ella’s panicked eyes shot to Lorenzo. “I swear, I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry, so sorry-” she rambled, words tumbling over each other.

Macro rolled his eyes. “Then let go already, genius!”

He added, “What’s your problem? Apologizing like crazy but still holding on like a leech?”

Ella met Lorenzo’s stare–those deep, killer eyes–and her heart kicked into panic mode. Her brain just shut down, blank with fear.

“Sorry,” she mumbled again, voice shaky as hell.

Jennifer finally snapped out of it, blinking at the disaster in front of her.

She jumped in, grabbing Ella’s hand. “Alright, alright, you’ve said sorry a hundred times–let go already!”

blinked, out of it.

up but hadn’t spotted him inside, so she’d gone out to

down on one knee in the snowy muck, with Ella’s little pale hand latched onto his belt

bugged out.

started, then stopped, totally

showing up snapped Ella back. She jerked her hand away like it was on

tomato red.

she muttered, dying of embarrassment.

wanted to disappear, maybe

off his wrinkled clothes slow and smooth–like he was too cool to care.

without a word, he turned

here? You’re not even dressed for

“You weren’t coming in, so I came to see what’s up.”

worried. “Ella,

was blazing, red as

got to go. Bye!” she blurted, head down, booking it like she’d just robbed

her go. “Uh…

her,

guy. His stare could freeze a pond

fun. “Stefi, your friend’s got some nerve,

scrunched her face. “What’re you

“She almost yanked Lorenzo’s pants off in front

eyes went huge. “What?”

that. Macro’s words tripped her

spun around, locking Macro with a glare so

cocky, carefree vibe he rocked with Macro? Gone.

Ella hightailing it

she’d do that,” she said, dead serious,

over, messing up her hair with a lazy grin. “You’re really buying Macro’s

shot Macro a dirty look. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll die alone, you get me?”

could run their mouth as shamelessly