In the end, he didn't force himself on me. The naked disgust in my eyes stopped him.
Alvin slowly straightened, his gaze going blank.
"Do you really... hate me that much?" he asked quietly.
"I don't hate you." I steadied my breathing. "You just disgust me."
Alvin flinched. Without another word, he turned and strode from the room, locking the heavy door behind him. He did not return for the next two days. I spent the time waiting for an opportunity.
On the fourth afternoon, the guard who delivered my meal secretly slipped a note and a tiny, outdated phone beneath my plate.
Winni had smuggled them into the house through one of the servants.
The note read:
There will be a charity gala the night after tomorrow. Government officials will attend, so Alvin must bring you to present a unit
