More Than A Favor

More Than A Favor

Chapter 61

“You’re so materialistic, Elaine,” Maya sighed, shaking her head.

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I kept quiet and deliberately avoided looking at Ashton again. Maya’s phone broke the awkward

silence.

“It’s Mr. Langston,” she announced, checking the screen.

Victor? What could he want?

“Yes, we’re at Zone A, by the kids‘ area,” Maya answered. After a brief pause, she hung up. “He’s coming to see you.”

I wondered what this was about. Surely Logan hadn’t sent him so soon after our morning argument?

Victor appeared minutes later carrying a thermos. “From Mrs. Mercer – anti–inflammatory tea for your

mouth.”

Tessa? That was unexpected. We weren’t in touch anymore, so Logan must have told her about my condition. If it had been directly from Logan, I’d have refused it, but I couldn’t reject Tessa’s gesture.

“Thanks,” I said, accepting the thermos.

Victor lingered awkwardly, clearly wanting to say something. Probably still feeling guilty about the

Dazzle incident.

“Don’t overthink it, Mr. Langston,” I said kindly. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Ms. Hart, I-”

it’s fine. You’ll just create more problems worrying about it.”

the tea while it’s hot.

left, Maya smirked. “Bet Logan was

knew she

not over you. Probably wants to keep you as a backup,” she observed.

smiled bitterly. Logan couldn’t

waiting for our food, I offered Ashton some tea. His “No, thank you” was

shared with Maya instead, but before we finished, she jabbed my ribs. “Look who

wearing his signature warm smile. “Having just tea for

a container. “Mom made ravioli – your favorite

Mrs. Mercer send tea and ravioli

looked confused. “What?”

wasn’t from Tessa at all. Logan had made Victor lie, knowing I’d refuse anything directly

said, accepting the container. The aroma

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I couldn’t resist taking a bite. The filling stung my ulcers,

moment: “Your ulcers aren’t healed, and neither of you washed your hands. Want those sores to become

looked embarrassed, but I tried to laugh it off.

wet wipes. When Miles reached for them, Ashton held on, creating an awkward tug–of–war

this?” Miles asked, eyeing Ashton’s imposing figure.

stare prompted me to add, “And

just nodded. Maya jumped in with, “Mr. Drake has a thing about ge

rms.

his hand gracefully. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

some?” Maya asked

then turned to Ashton. “Please join us.”

Ashton declined flatly, walking away.

it just me, or is Mr. Drake acting like he’s

Llaughed. “Nailed it.”

“He seems…

quiet, not hostile,” Maya mused between bites. Today he’s like