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“Right. I guess you don’t mind bringing me your cologne.”
“Chloe Simpson, are you flirting with me?”
“You wish.” I hit his shoulder, and he laughed.
“Fine, I will bring it to you. Is there anything else you need from me?”
“Yes, your dimples.”
He laughed as we got off the last step. Morris was setting breakfast on the dining table when we arrived. The table was loaded with different breakfast items, so it was hard to decide what to eat. There were pancakes, waffles, French toast, bagels, Greek yogurt, bacon, sausage, vegetable salad, scrambled eggs, fruit salad, and Morris kept bringing more to the table, like we were about to have a feast.
“Good morning, Miss Simpson.”
“Morning, Morris,” I said chirpily.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
He gave me a smile and left for the kitchen.
“Mmm, waffles,” I moaned.
I heard footsteps behind me, and I knew it was Tristan.
“Thanks for coming, man.” Tristan’s deep voice made my head turn around; he didn’t spare me a look. He took the seat in front of me.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I’m doing? I’m in pain, you know,” I said to Tristan.
“How are you, Chloe? Did you sleep well?” he asked monotonously.
“No, my body aches because my feet wouldn’t allow me to sleep properly because you wrapped it too tight,” I said.
“Morris will take you to the spa after breakfast,” he said and started eating.
“I’m bored,” I said. I saw his grip tighten around the fork.
“Go shopping or watch a movie.”
“I don’t want that.”
“Then, what do you want?” he asked.
“Breakfast.” I smirked and started to eat. I took a glance at Adrian and found him smiling.
“I bought you something,” Adrian said, dropping a gift box in front of me.
I took it hesitantly. Wasn’t it too early to be getting each other gifts? I untied the red ribbon and picked up the peach box inside. It hadAffirmationswritten on the top. I opened the box and picked up the first card—self-love.
“Thank you.” I smiled and put the gift aside.Is the gift because of my breakdown last night?
“I also got you this because I know you’re dying to punch his face,” he said, giving me a small pillow with Tristan’s face.
“I customized it just for you.” He winked.
Tristan pretended not to notice anything. I laughed as I took it from Adrian. “I hope it survives and lasts the day,” I said, and Adrian laughed.
I looked back at Tristan. He wore a black wool suit with a silk black tie on top of his white long-sleeved dress shirt. His hair was neatly combed to the back. It looked good on him.
