“Heath, you don’t even love her. Why are you taking that woman’s side?” Archieined, clearly irritated. “Eleanor endured ten years of dirty looks from your family for you!”


    “Enough.” Heath’s expression turned cold as he cut him off. “We’re talking business. Don’t change the subject. What matters right now is the shipping line, not some woman.”


    Archie knew he was in the wrong and said no more.


    Still, if it weren’t for Veronica standing in the way, he and Heath wouldn’t be at odds like this. It was all


    that bitch Veronica’s fault!


    The Spago sign incident fromst night had already be the talk of the entire social circle.


    Someone had dug up that the sign had been made for Archie, and now his usual rivals wouldn’t let him


    live it down.


    Damn it! He wasn’t going to let this go!


    At the apartment, Veronica awkwardly pulled herself out of Ashton’s arms.


    “S–Sorry, Mr. Fletcher. I didn’t hurt you, did I? What are you doing here?”


    “You can’t hurt me. I’m Mr. Bulletproof,” Ashton said as he straightened his rumpled cor.


    Veronica gave a strained smile. He really wasn’t going to drop that nickname.


    But he kind of had a point. Every time she ran into him, he seemed to block some sort of disaster for her. Maybe it was time she got him a lucky rabbit’s foot or something.


    The atmosphere grew slightly awkward.


    Ashton noticed the pot of peri in her arms. “Are you feeling unwelltely?”


    “Ah… no.” She shook her head.


    Veronica followed his gaze and exined, “This is for the elderly man next door.”


    “You’re quite thoughtful,” Ashtonmented.


    She pressed her lips into a small smile. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like he was implying something


    more with his words.


    Then, he suddenly <b>added</b>, “I’m here to visit my grandfather.<b>” </b>


    “You’re very thoughtful<b>, </b><i>too</i>.”


    “Well, he is family.”


    Veronica wanted to facepalm herself. What was she even saying?


    But Ashton’s presence was so intense, she couldn’t keep herposure.


    “Well, I’ll let you off to go see your grandpa then. I’m heading home,” Veronica said as she turned and


    walked toward the apartment building.


    When she thought back on the exchange with Ashton, she wanted to disappear.


    She pressed the elevator’s close button. Just as the door began to shut, it slowly opened again.


    That striking, sharply defined face reappeared right behind the doors.


    Veronica blinked. No way… he wasn’ting after her, right?


    Ashton stood outside the door, tall and still, in his ck trench coat.


    That ungrateful woman had bolted off like he didn’t matter!.


    She brought something for his grandfather, but she didn’t even spare a second thought for him. She said they should grab a meal together, but that didn’t happen either.


    As for all that crap about saving up to get him the best scar specialist? That was probably just sweet talk


    to keep him happy.


    Hurt flickered in his eyes.


    Veronica noticed this and instantly panicked. “I didn’t know your grandpa lived in this building too…” she


    blurted out.


    “Yep.” Ashton stepped into the elevator.


    She noticed that he didn’t press his floor button and hesitated.


    When the elevator reached her floor, she paused, then finally said, “Mr. Fletcher, this is my floor. Don’t


    forget to press yours.”


    “My grandpa lives on this floor too.”


    im Bonus For Free Every Day<b>>> </b>