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-”

fine. You’ll just create more problems

drink the tea while it’s hot. It works

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

she

Probably wants to keep you

couldn’t always get

I offered Ashton some tea. His

instead, but before we finished, she jabbed my

gaze to see Miles approaching, wearing his signature

a container. “Mom made ravioli – your favorite

“Why would Mrs. Mercer

looked confused. “What?”

the tea wasn’t from Tessa at all. Logan had

said, accepting the container. The aroma of

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a bite. The filling stung my ulcers, and some sauce leaked from the corner of my mouth.

moment: “Your ulcers aren’t healed,

washed up, true. Miles looked embarrassed, but I tried

held on, creating an awkward tug–of–war

this?” Miles asked, eyeing Ashton’s

lighting technician,” I said. Ashton’s intense stare prompted me to add,

nodded. Maya jumped in with, “Mr. Drake has

rms.

gracefully. “Let’s

I have some?” Maya asked hopefully.

smiled, then turned to

declined flatly, walking away.

“Is it just me, or is Mr. Drake acting like he’s got PMS?”

Llaughed. “Nailed it.”

chuckled. “He

just quiet, not hostile,” Maya mused between bites. Today he’s like he ate a whole jar of jalapeños.”