Yesterday, she tore up the check in front of him like she didn’t care.
Today, she showed up in his room, half-exposed.
Playing hard to get. Skilled, too.
Who knew where she picked up tricks like that.
Silas’s eyes turned cold. “Get out.”
…
Elena wasn’t in the mood to tolerate him either.
Three years ago, she had been the one who insisted on keeping the child behind his back. That had been her mistake.
But he had sent people after her, nearly killed her, and cost her the other child.
Cold. Ruthless. Heartless.
And now, after conveniently losing his memory, he stood there ordering her around like she owed him something.
She shouldn’t have saved him yesterday.
Lowering her gaze, she spoke evenly, “My supervisor assigned me to clean your room. I rang the bell earlier and got no ans
