Hillary Pov
My attention was drawn to the door when I heard a knock. I was met with Rodrigo's annoying handsome face.
If only he knew how pissed I was at him, he wouldn't be here.
“We're having dinner together, come to the dining area?” I scoffed and he raised a brow.
"Why should I have dinner with you?” I was about to close the door when he stopped it with his hand.
“It's not a request. Be there in 30 minutes.” He said and walked away.
“He's so rude and arrogant,” I said, with an annoyed tone, and closed my door.
Rodrigo was only sweet to me when I was hurt or in pain. What an asshole. I looked through my closet and picked a maxi dress.
I put my hair in a messy bun and left. I walked to the kitchen and saw Greta cooking. “Can I help?” I asked Greta.
“Oh no, no Mrs Hillary.” Sh
