Harper’s POV
I was hoping this private moment between us would be my chance to finally crack through his tough exterior. But, the rapid changes of expressions on his face are downright terrifying. His jaw drops for a millisecond as if he’s been caught red-handed, but his face then quickly shifts to something more like complete rage. He reaches up to loosen the top button of his shirt and bites his lip for a moment before his face fully relaxes again.
“I don’t give a damn about you, Harper,” he says calmly with his eyes stabbing into me like rusty daggers. “You’re a gold digger, a liar, and apparently even less smart than I thought you were.”
My palms are clammy with sweat as his words hit me. “I just thought that since you bought the company and now you seem worried about my health that
