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

“Please drink the tea while it’s hot. It works wonders.”

Maya smirked. “Bet Logan

knew she

Probably wants to keep you

Logan couldn’t always

Ashton some tea. His “No, thank you”

but before we finished, she jabbed my ribs. “Look who else is here!”

Miles approaching, wearing his

held up a container. “Mom made ravioli – your

“Why would Mrs. Mercer send tea

confused.

the tea wasn’t from Tessa at all. Logan had made Victor lie, knowing

container. The aroma of fresh ravioli was

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couldn’t resist taking a bite. The filling stung my ulcers, and some sauce leaked

cut through the moment: “Your ulcers aren’t healed, and neither of you washed your hands. Want those

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

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

this?” Miles asked, eyeing

Ashton’s intense stare prompted me to

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

rms.

“Let’s

I have some?” Maya asked

turned

risotto,” Ashton declined flatly,

or is Mr.

Llaughed. “Nailed it.”

“He seems… intense.”

Maya mused between bites. Today he’s like he ate a whole jar of