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.

top-tier chefs, huh?" he added,

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

calling me nonstop," 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

at him in surprise. "I told her clearly-I'm not interested in whatever

eyebrow. "Then

what I'm interested in is right in front of

making me freeze. My breath caught

wanted to

betraying me, making his voice sound sincere... even

head quickly, trying to

do you mean by that?" I asked, but he

as if he didn't hear

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

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

fact, he seemed to have anticipated

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

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

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

I was often in their CEO's office when

I had changed my clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and

least, I wanted to look presentable despite my

the doors before anyone else could get in. I pressed the button for

words replayed in my head. I couldn't ask him what he meant because I froze. By the time I gathered my

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? I should be the one feeling that way,

Because he shot me.

to

reason more valid than

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