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.”

“Please drink the tea while it’s hot.

left, Maya smirked. “Bet Logan was behind this.”

she was right.

you. Probably wants to keep you as a backup,”

bitterly. Logan couldn’t

Ashton some tea. His “No, thank

we finished, she jabbed my ribs. “Look who

see Miles approaching, wearing his signature warm smile. “Having just tea for lunch?”

held up a container. “Mom made ravioli – your

brow furrowed. “Why would Mrs. Mercer send tea and ravioli separately?”

confused. “What?”

Tessa at all. Logan had made Victor lie, knowing

the container. The aroma of fresh

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stung my ulcers, and some sauce leaked from the corner of

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

but I tried to laugh it off. “A little

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

this?” Miles asked, eyeing Ashton’s imposing

Ashton’s intense stare prompted me

hand, but Ashton just nodded. Maya jumped in with, “Mr.

rms.

“Let’s eat

have some?” Maya asked hopefully.

smiled, then turned to Ashton. “Please join

risotto,” Ashton declined

him go. “Is it just me, or is Mr. Drake

Llaughed. “Nailed it.”

“He seems… intense.”

between bites. Today he’s like