Chapter 63

Rose Greyson

Today marked four days for my stay at Hunter’s house, and I’ll say it wasn’t that bad. Our relationship went quietly well and smooth, and we didn’t fight like before. At least we talked to each other without wanting to murder each other. I would call that an achievement.

“Good morning,” I said, taking my seat next to Hunter as he quietly sipped on his coffee. Ian passed me a look, which lasted for only two seconds. He was acting all grumpy since the day we had the cooking competition because we won against them. Well, I was more than convinced with Hunter’s cooking skills. I bet that was why he bagged an award.

“Why aren’t you answering my greetings, Ian?” I asked on purpose. I knew he was still pissed with me. He didn’t fail to show it.

“What’s good about the morning?” He answered instead, passing me what I’d call a glare. I resisted the urge to burst out laughing.

Hunter didn’t even look at me. He was sipping on his coffee while pr