Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 112

Chapter 112: From Hell

"Do I need to repeat myself, Ash Cassius?" I asked, feeling irritated.

"First time you've called me by my full name, Sapphire Jade." He smirked, taking the phone from his pocket. "I loved it. Say it again-I'll record it this time." I raised an eyebrow. What the hell?

I lunged for his phone with thoughts of throwing it off a rooftop, or smashing it to bits. But he quickly pulled it away, grinning.

"I don't have time for your games," I said, my voice firm.

He smiled. "Well, I have plenty of time."

"I'm not in the mood, Ash. I'm warning you."

I hate it. Why wasn't he intimidated by me like everyone else?

He took out what was inside the bag he was holding, and my forehead creased as I saw it was a strawberry cake.

"You like this, don't you? I bought it for you," he said, holding the cup out toward me, but I didn't take it.

But my stomach growled so badly, so I stepped aside from my pride for now.

"There's a reason I came here," he said, smiling as I ate the strawberry cake. "If you want to know why, have breakfast with me, Sapphire."

I COULDN'T understand how the hell I ended up here, sitting across from him in a restaurant here in my condo building, eating breakfast with my enemy.

"Were you starving for a month? Slow down," Ash said, seeing how I'd been shoveling rice into my mouth nonstop.

I'm only like this because I'm nervous, jerk.

I wanted to say it, but I knew he'd misinterpret it, so I swallowed the words.

You've hired top-tier chefs, huh?" he added, trying to

checked my phone, which had vibrated three times. I

that why you're here? She told me earlier that you'd bring me if I wanted

at him in surprise. "I told her

"Then why are you

is right

me, making me freeze. My breath caught as my heart

just wanted to see

me, making his voice sound sincere...

to shake

you mean by that?" I asked, but

didn't hear me, Ash continued to

back in my chair, crossing my arms, ready to leave anytime. He seemed

let me ask just one," I said, hoping he'd respond. "Where have you

In fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, the corner of his lips lifting into a

said, standing up to leave. "And it was all

idea. Now here I

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

walked in; some of them knew me. I was often in their CEO's office when

clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and a black pencil skirt

wanted to

way to the elevator, closing the doors before anyone else could get in. I

what he meant because I froze. By the time I gathered my thoughts, he was

elevator ascended. Our brief eye contact had left a lasting impression-the pain and anger in his eyes were seared into my mind. Why did he seem so mad at me?

Because he shot me.

tried to

reason more valid than

I had already reached the 30th floor. I quickly walked to

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