Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie)

Chapter 89

I should have known better than to look-it only upset me.

As I was about to turn my gaze away, I saw Chris turn his head. His eyes met mine through the window, and he frowned.

I didn't linger on him, instead turning my attention to Brandon. He was done. ordering and the waiter was repeating his order. Surprisingly, the dishes he'd chosen were all my favorites. But how could he know what I liked? He didn't know me well enough for that. Maybe we shared the same preference.

I looked at him, wanting to ask, but my mouth barely moved before I decided against it. Asking too much would show cared, and I couldn't let Brandon get that impression.

So, instead, I asked, "Do you want a beer?"

"I don't drink," he refused, "and I bave things to do this afternoon."

Oh right, he had to go house hunting. I thought that was why he refused, so I said, "It's fine. I'll go with you this afternoon. I won't let anyone take advantage of you."

"No need. I've already he trailed off. I watched him, curious about what he was going to say.

His dark eyes met mine, unwavering. "I've already decided to choose on my own. I want to look at more places."

be tiring, and if the place he rented turned out to be a problem,

he didn't want a drink, I ordered

I knew all too well. "Weren't you on a tight work schedule? How come you're sitting here having lunch?" Chris, that sc*mbag, finally made his way

tale that

across the face. So we couldn't

beat

cold look, then turned to me. "Who approved

requested it," Brandon again spoke before

gives you the right to demand a day off? Your job is to fully cooperate with

were

up too. "Mr. Gildon, I'm in charge of the amusement park project. I approved today's break. You can't expect the donkey to keep working if you don't let it eat." Though the metaphor was off, it

a lowly lighting technician, but isn't it your

both

well and recharge. This meal's on the company," Chris spat out, storming off to settle the bill at the

"Mr. Howell, we should

nothing. His gaze inexplicably made