Page 38 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

And it hurt, she was sure it was hurting the prince, even if there were no wounds to show.

“You won’t change my mind, prince.” She didn’t care if this made her nosy or she would end up doing something that could make the prince and his friend mad. If she felt like the prince was about to take another unnecessary risk, she was going to—-she was going to do something she wasn’t yet sure of, but whatever it was, it would stop them from proceeding.

“I don’t want you to. Just mind your own business.” When the prince moved towards the door to leave the study, she hurriedly blocked his way and spread her arms wide. “No! Stay!”

The prince rolled his eyes. “Similarly, please refrain from treating me like a child you can boss around.” His eyes bored through hers. “Boss aroundbeing the operative term.”

Fawn gulped, the prince’s words reminding her she had almost three thousand dollars’ worth of reasons to do what he asked.

But——

“Y-you d-don’t scare me.”

The prince gazed at her with interest. “And why is that?”

“Because you said y-you like me.”

She could feel herself turning red at her words, and the only thing that kept her from drowning in a pool of embarrassmentwas the fact that in front of her, a similar shade had also stained the prince’s high-boned cheeks.

Oh thank God, he still liked her!

These days, she couldn’t really tell anymore. After the incident with Beatrice Crichton, the prince had been very, very gentlemanly towards her.

But the rest of his life was exactly the same.

The parties had also continued, and she still saw him entering his bedroom with other women.

Which didn’t hurt, she told himself. She had Grant, and that was the really good thing about her life now. Grant had been attentive to her again, calling and texting her every day, and spending every moment of his free time with her.

So life was good, and she would never have brought up that...thing...if only the prince’s emotional and mental health wasn’t at stake.

Forcing herself to meet the prince’s narrowed gaze, she continued shakily, “So you won’t fire me—-”

The prince looked like he wanted to kill her now.

Fawn finished in a rush, “Because if you do, you would m-miss me. So...there!” She stole a look at the prince, and it was still the same. Hedefinitelywanted to kill her.

Finally, the prince said, “You can be so remarkably tactless,parthena mou.” He shook his head. “Just like that time when you actually spoke of the length of your fiancé’s cock—-”

Her horrified gasp cut him off.

“I did not say anything about that!”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You need not—-”

She shook her head vehemently. “I would never—-” She couldn’t speak. Apparently, when one blushed really hard, vocal chords were affected as well. She glared at the prince, unable to believe that he could make up such stories.

The prince frowned. “How can you deny it?”

“Because I didn’t,” she hissed.

“You said, and I quote—-” His lip curled again. “Yes, he is big.I asked you if he was bigger than me—-”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She finally remembered the conversation the prince was talking about. She started to laugh. “Oh, prince.” Shaking her head, she bubbled, “I w-was t-talking about G-Grant being sobig—-”

He scowled.Dammit, here it was again.

“—-on waiting,” she finished and promptly giggled again.

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