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.

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

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

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

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

eyebrow. "Then why are you

is

gaze stayed locked on me, making me freeze.

wanted to

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

my head quickly, trying to shake off the

you mean by that?" I asked, but he

he didn't hear me,

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

one," I said, hoping he'd respond. "Where have you been? Where

my question. In fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, the corner

"And it

idea. Now here I am, in a

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

walked in; some of them knew me. I was often in their CEO's office when I had nothing

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

the very least, I wanted to look presentable

before anyone else could get in. I pressed the button for the 30th floor, where Mason's office was

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

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, shouldn't

Because he shot me.

to

reason more valid

the 30th floor. I quickly walked