Angela's POV
Our eyes met for a split second. His cold hazel gaze pierced me, and my feet froze on the last step. I quickly turned my face, pretending not to see him, and walked straight past the table.
“Breakfast is ready, Miss Angela,” Lana’s voice cut through my steps.
I paused, looked back briefly. Lana stared at me, confused why I was walking past without touching anything.
I took a short breath and forced a stiff smile. “Thanks, Lana. But I don’t think I can eat… at the same table as the host.”
I made sure to say it loud enough for Aaron to hear. And I knew, by the way his spoon froze in midair, that he did.
I didn’t wait for his reaction. I turned and walked out.
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Once I reached the guest garage, I got into my car. But when I tried to start it, all I heard was a hoarse cl
