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.

hired top-tier chefs, huh?" he added,

respond. Instead, I checked my phone, which had vibrated

why you're here? She told me earlier that you'd bring

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

eyebrow. "Then why

in is right

gaze stayed locked on me, making me freeze. My

wanted to

betraying me, making his voice sound sincere...

shook my head quickly, trying to shake off

that?" I asked, but he didn't

as if he didn't hear

in my chair, crossing my arms, ready to leave anytime. He seemed prepared

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

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

leave. "And it was all

here I am, in a sour mood as I arrive at

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

knew me. I was often in their CEO's

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

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

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

kept thinking about it as the 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

Because he shot me.

to kill

more

had already reached the 30th floor. I quickly walked