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.

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

phone, which had vibrated three times. I hadn't answered because I was

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

me look at him in surprise. "I told her

raised an eyebrow. "Then why

interested in is right

making me freeze. My breath caught as my heart pounded

just wanted to

ears were betraying me, making

quickly, trying to shake off the questions flooding my

do you mean by that?"

as if he didn't hear

to leave anytime. He seemed prepared too; as

questions, but I know you won't answer them... So let me ask just one," I said, hoping he'd respond. "Where

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

said, standing up to leave. "And it was

a good idea. Now here I am, in a sour

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

walked in; some of them knew me. I was often in

nodded before walking past them. I had changed my clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and

wanted to look presentable despite

the elevator, closing the doors before anyone else could get in. I pressed the button for the 30th floor,

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

a lasting impression-the pain and anger in his eyes were seared into my mind. Why did he seem so mad at me? I should be the

Because he shot me.

to

reason more valid than

already reached the 30th floor. I quickly walked to

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