Chapter 11

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Jyeon throws the words my way as he walks to his desk, not back over here. Making it clear he’s not bothered about my presence and has no intention of talking to me. All warmth is gone from his tone; now she has too, and I get up, snatching the files, and march over to him instead. Tossing them on his desk with a show of aggravation and hating the change in him now we’re alone.

“Did I interrupt your cozy little meeting? Might want to call Dee back and cancel the food you so thoughtfully ordered me, now the act is over.” I spit back and pick up his fountain pen from the holder before casually tossing it on the paperwork.

“I need those right now.” I order him, inwardly hostile and unsure why I’ve been feeling this way from the second I got up this morning. It’s like a growing storm in my belly that I can’t stop expanding.

“What is it? Threatened by a pretty face and a nicer personality with an equal IQ? Worried I might realize