I still hadn’t forgiven him for forcing himself on me the previous night, so I pretended not to have heard him.
“Scarlett!” he repeated, this time more forceful.
“Gregory said he had never eaten his mother’s homemade breakfast, so I made some to coax him. Is that what you want too, Mr. Fuller? Then again, I wouldn’t want to make your stomach upset from my food,” I replied, still refusing to make eye contact with him.
My snarky tone riled Ashton up, and he was about to rebuke me when one of his staff announced, “Mr. Campbell has arrived, Mr. Fuller.”
Now that he had work to tend to, Ashton shot an angry glance at me before stalking out in a huff.
Once I could no longer hear footsteps, I snuck a glance at the stairs.
So it seems like Ashton isn’t that easy to provoke.
There were still no signs of the man coming back even after twenty minutes had passed. When the maid started to clear the table, I decided to ask if she knew where he was.
“Mr. Fuller is currently in the study with Mr. Campbell.”
Knowing Joseph was still around put a dampener on my mood as I trudged my way up the stairs.
Once I got to the study, I could vaguely hear their voices from outside the room. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation by placing my ear against the door, but it was useless.
After a moment of hesitation, I mustered up the courage and knocked on the door. “It’s me, Carlette.”
The door opened almost immediately; it was Ashton who walked out.
He stood at the door with no intention of letting me in. “What’s the matter?” he asked curtly.
I pursed my lips and sulked. “Don’t you want breakfast?”
“I’ll eat whatever Gregory had. I’m not picky,” he answered after giving it some thought.
“You want a kid’s breakfast?” Is he trying to compete with his own son?
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