Philip's POV
"Diana, get dressed." Keeping my eyes on the floor, I spoke in a low, icy tone.
Diana drew the sheets more around her and blinked, clearly still sleepy. "Why the hurry, Philip? Perhaps we could have breakfast together and chat for a little."
I smirked as I took out my wallet and tossed some cash onto the bedside table. "The plan does not include breakfast. Take that and don’t contact me again.”
As reality set in, the playful light faded from her face. She picked up the money gingerly, as though it could burn her fingertips, and whispered, "Just like that?"
I shrugged and said in a firm tone. "Just like that." I replaced my watch, squeezing the strap a bit too firmly. "I made a mistake in judgment last night."
Bitterly, she laughed. "Wow, you really let it all out, don'
