Hardin's POV
"What do you mean by that? This is my fiancé's home. And it was very wicked of you not to even tell me you were being discharged today," she said, before raising up a bag with KFC and McDonald's printed all over it. "I bought you food."
"I don't need your food, Vivian. I'm good. As you can see, Ms. Chen already prepared something for me to eat."
"Well, I'm your fiancée—"
"Vivian. I need to get some rest—"
"He needs to get some rest, Ms. Vivi—"
"Hey, servant. When I'm speaking to your boss, you don't interrupt. Who are you to tell me what to do?" she snapped rudely, reaching out for my face while I avoided her entirely, putting distance between us with a step back.
"Leave, Vivian. And stop disgracing yourself."
"Seriously?"
"And starting today, you'll learn to speak to
