Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

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.

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

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

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

wasn't planning to go there," he said, making me look at him in

eyebrow. "Then why are

is

on me, making me freeze. My breath caught

just wanted to

me, making his voice sound

to shake

that?" I asked, but

he didn't hear me,

ready to leave anytime. He seemed prepared too;

have a lot of questions, but I know you won't answer them... So let me ask just one," I said, hoping he'd respond. "Where have you been? Where did you hide all those years?" Because I've been looking for

by my question. In fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, the corner of his lips lifting

said, standing up to leave. "And

a good idea. Now here I am, in

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

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

simply nodded before walking past them. I had changed my clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and a black pencil skirt partnered with a black

least, I wanted to look presentable despite my sleep

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

replayed in my head. I couldn't ask him what he meant because

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 one feeling that way, shouldn't

Because he shot me.

tried to kill

more valid than

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