Chapter Eighty

Michaela's POV

I sat on the table with my eyes on the man who made my heart skip a beat but he didn't feel the same way I feel as usual. I watched him stare at the food while I placed a contract in front of him. Seconds later, I could see his hand clench into a fist.

Why can't he just love me and leave her instead? Everyday, everything, it's only her and here I am struggling for his attention but that bitch gets to have it every hour of the day.

I picked up the cutlery and my knife sank into the steak in front of me without a word. I don't need to speak now. We were both playing around before, saying he didn't know what I wanted was an obvious lie.

If he doesn't want to admit it, I'll let him know without having to say it.

"Let's leave the fact that I am watching your every move. Instead let's switch to the contract in front of you, shall we?" My eyes widened slightly showing my obvious excitement. I wanted to frown at him but somehow, he always brings the smile out of me.

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