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.

top-tier chefs, huh?" he added, trying

respond. Instead, I checked my phone, which had vibrated three times. I

calling me nonstop," I said, showing him my call log. "Isn't that why you're here?

go there," he said, making me look at him in surprise. "I told her clearly-I'm not interested in whatever she's going

eyebrow. "Then why are you

is right in front

freeze. My breath caught as

just wanted

me, making his

to shake off the

you mean by that?"

as if he didn't hear me, Ash continued to eat

crossing my arms, ready to leave anytime. He seemed prepared too; as soon

let me ask just one," I said, hoping he'd

In fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, the

up to leave. "And

the morning wasn't a good idea. Now here I am, in a sour mood as I arrive

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

knew me. I

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

very least, I wanted to look presentable

else could get in. I pressed

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

and anger in his eyes were seared into my mind. Why did he seem so mad

Because he shot me.

tried to

reason more valid

didn't realize I had already reached the 30th floor. I quickly walked to

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