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.

chefs, huh?"

vibrated three times. I hadn't

said, showing him my call log. "Isn't that why you're here? She told me earlier that you'd bring

at him in surprise. "I told her clearly-I'm

eyebrow. "Then why

what I'm interested in is right in front

gaze stayed locked on me, making me freeze.

just wanted to

betraying me, making his voice

shook my head quickly, trying to shake off the

you mean by that?"

didn't hear me, Ash continued to

my chair, crossing my arms, ready to leave anytime. He seemed prepared too; as soon as he finished eating, he fixed his

just one," I said, hoping he'd

look surprised by my question. In fact, he seemed to have anticipated

"And

morning wasn't a good idea. Now here I am, in

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

me. I was often in

clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and a

very least, I wanted to look presentable despite

else could get in. I pressed the button for the 30th floor, where

ask him what he meant because I froze. By the time I gathered

left a lasting impression-the pain and anger in his eyes were seared into my mind. Why did

Because he shot me.

tried to

more valid than

had already reached the 30th floor. I

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