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-”

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

nodded reluctantly. “Please drink the tea

“Bet Logan

she was

you. Probably wants to keep you as a

bitterly. Logan couldn’t

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

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

see Miles approaching, wearing his signature warm smile. “Having just tea

container. “Mom made ravioli – your favorite

Mercer send tea and ravioli

looked confused.

from Tessa at all. Logan had made

container. The aroma of fresh ravioli was irresistible.

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a bite. The filling stung my ulcers, and some sauce leaked

with his thumb, but Ashton’s cold voice cut through the moment: “Your ulcers aren’t healed, and neither of you washed your hands.

looked embarrassed, but I tried to laugh it off. “A little dirt never hurt

Miles reached for them, Ashton held on, creating an awkward tug–of–war until I intervened,

eyeing

Drake, our lighting technician,” I said. Ashton’s intense stare prompted me to add, “And this is Miles… my

nodded. Maya jumped in with, “Mr. Drake

rms.

gracefully. “Let’s

have some?”

Miles smiled, then turned to Ashton.

declined flatly, walking away.

it just me, or is

Llaughed. “Nailed it.”

chuckled. “He seems…

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