Chapter 436: A Proposition
What the fuck is this doing here? Why does he have a feminine face wash in his bathroom?! Of course! Isabella! I thought he said only he has access to his suite. Growling, I toss the face wash somewhere and storm out of the room. I’m angry and I dare not think why. My head felt like it was exploding but I just told myself to calm down and not overreact.
My nose caught something delicious as I entered the kitchen and found a simple breakfast already waiting for me, Dace sitting at the other end of the table going through his phone, an empty place right on the table in front of him.
I stared daggers at him, inhaling sharply and taking my seat. I grabbed the fork and poked the pancake, simply practicing my aim if I chose to hit him with it. I took a hard bite chewing loudly also but he remained glued to his phone, so I broke the ice.
"Why is there a feminine face wash in your bathroom?" I demand ignoring how irritated and angry I sounded. I probably sound pathetic but I don’t care.
"It’s yours" he took a drink from his glass of water and set his dark golden orbs on me.
"Excuse me?" I blinked.
"I said it’s yours and the rest of your things are here too," he says so casually like he hasn’t just dropped a bomb in my face.
Whatever anger brewing within me suddenly vanishes and is replaced with nothing but skepticism and disarray. "What are you doing?"
"Doing what?"
I seriously can’t deal with his shenanigans right now. "Taking away my privacy?" It is certainly something Dace Devereaux can do and I don’t doubt that it’s just his level of egotism thinking he can get anything he wants that irks me.
He sneered and I gripped the fork hard, considering if I should aim for his handsome face.