“Heath, you don’t even love her. Why are you taking that woman’s side?” Archie complained, clearly irritated. “Eleanor endured ten years of dirty looks from your family for you!”
“Enough.” Heath’s expression turned cold as he cut him off. “We’re talking business. Don’t change the subject. What matters right now is the shipping line, not some woman.”
Archie knew he was in the wrong and said no more.
Still, if it weren’t for Veronica standing in the way, he and Heath wouldn’t be at odds like this. It was all
that bitch Veronica’s fault!
The Spago sign incident from last night had already become the talk of the entire social circle.
Someone had dug up that the sign had been made for Archie, and now his usual rivals wouldn’t let him
live it down.
Damn it! He wasn’t going to let this go!
At the apartment, Veronica awkwardly pulled herself out of Ashton’s arms.
“S–Sorry, Mr. Fletcher. I didn’t hurt you, did I? What are you doing here?”
“You can’t hurt me. I’m Mr. Bulletproof,” Ashton said as he straightened his rumpled collar.
Veronica gave a strained smile. He really wasn’t going to drop that nickname.
But he kind of had a point. Every time she ran into him, he seemed to block some sort of disaster for her. Maybe it was time she got him a lucky rabbit’s foot or something.
The atmosphere grew slightly awkward.
Ashton noticed the pot of perilla in her arms. “Are you feeling unwell lately?”
“Ah… no.” She shook her head.
Veronica followed his gaze and explained, “This is for the elderly man next door.”
“You’re quite thoughtful,” Ashton commented.
She pressed her lips into a small smile. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like he was implying something
more with his words.
Then, he suddenly added, “I’m here to visit my grandfather.”
“You’re very thoughtful, too.”
“Well, he is family.”
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Veronica wanted to facepalm herself. What was she even saying?
But Ashton’s presence was so intense, she couldn’t keep her composure.
“Well, I’ll let you off to go see your grandpa then. I’m heading home,” Veronica said as she turned and
walked toward the apartment building.
When she thought back on the exchange with Ashton, she wanted to disappear.
She pressed the elevator’s close button. Just as the door began to shut, it slowly opened again.
That striking, sharply defined face reappeared right behind the doors.
Veronica blinked. No way… he wasn’t coming after her, right?
Ashton stood outside the door, tall and still, in his black trench coat.
That ungrateful woman had bolted off like he didn’t matter!.
She brought something for his grandfather, but she didn’t even spare a second thought for him. She said they should grab a meal together, but that didn’t happen either.
As for all that crap about saving up to get him the best scar specialist? That was probably just sweet talk
to keep him happy.
Hurt flickered in his eyes.
Veronica noticed this and instantly panicked. “I didn’t know your grandpa lived in this building too…” she
blurted out.
“Yep.” Ashton stepped into the elevator.
She noticed that he didn’t press his floor button and hesitated.
When the elevator reached her floor, she paused, then finally said, “Mr. Fletcher, this is my floor. Don’t
forget to press yours.”
“My grandpa lives on this floor too.”
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