Celine's POV
Tick. Tock.
The guy from earlier has gone to fetch Anna, which means that she is only a few steps away, and here is Jayden, still sitting on the dining chair, not ready to do my bidding.
My heart is racing all over the place and beads of perspiration wash my features. If I have my way, I will fold him up in a wrap and throw him out of the window, or better still, under the rug.
"Sir Jayden, you have to hide, please." I plead again, this time, calmly. "My best friend is coming and she can't see you here."
"She can't?" His voice is calm, showing zero concern about my plight. "Why should I hide from her?"
"Because she can't see you here," I say again like he has no clue what I mean, or he was deaf a while ago.
Ignoring me, he cuts a small chunk of the steak and takes
