No Escape from Love novel Chapter 145

"What's wrong?" Mr. Hastings Senior fired off a series of questions. "What's with that tone? Do I owe you money or something?"

"No."

"Alright, alright. I don't have time to argue with you. Bring Serena home for dinner this weekend."

The call ended abruptly. Alex hung up but remained standing beside me without a word.

Thinking back to what had just happened, I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into.

That had been reckless of me.

"My dad—"

"I know," I cut in hastily as I turned my head away. "Where… Where am I staying?"

He nodded toward the stairs. "Second floor."

I snatched my bag from his hand. "I'm going to bed now."

Upstairs, I walked into the room and was immediately stunned.

The layout was identical to the room I had at the Hastings residence—the same two-toned bed curtains, lace-trimmed solid-colored sheets and duvet, white desk, and even the framed photo of me.

I ran my fingers over each item as a wave of shock and confusion washed over me. I was stunned that someone as busy as Alex had managed to find and arrange so many identical things. But I was confused about why he had done it.

I was already certain of my feelings for him. No matter how different our worlds were, I still couldn't help being expectant.

Even if it was just for a fleeting moment, I longed for more.

"Ms. Ashford, have some water." Maryanne Lindth, the housekeeper who had come over from the Hastings residence, handed me a glass. "Are you comfortable in this room?"

I sat up and stared at the closed door while running a hand through my messy hair.

…

"You're coming to the office with me after breakfast." Alex took a mouthful of oatmeal. "The contract is signed. You can return to the head office assistant's office."

"No." I shook my head. "Can I make a request?"

"Go ahead." He picked up a boiled egg, cracked it against the table, and began peeling it.

"I… I want to know what the company is going to do about Mia."

"She's been fired." With a few swift movements of his long fingers, he peeled the egg and placed the smooth, white egg on my plate.

"Why? Do you want to plead for her?"