Page 6 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Fawn shook her head quickly, realized it might be misinterpreted, and nodded. Then she realized that could bemisinterpreted as well, and she croaked out, “I r-really enjoy my work here.”

“Hard to tell,” the prince murmured after a beat, “after you nearly killed me by putting salt in my coffee.”

Because you made me nervous with how you kept staring at me!

She mumbled, “Sorry, prince.”

“I haven’t seen you around since then.”

She could only smile weakly.Shehadbeen avoiding him. After her first day fiasco, Fawn had been convinced that she wouldn’t survive the job if she kept bumping into the prince. Since then, she had done her best to familiarize herself with the prince’s schedule and movements, therefore ensuring she wouldn’t ever have to work anywhere near him.

And she had succeeded—-until now.

“It makes me think you’re avoiding me.”

Fawn wanted to throw up at the direct question.Mary, Jesus, and Joseph, had she been found out? She cautiously took a peek at his expression and nearly collapsed.

He knew she was avoiding him!

The prince was gazing at her quizzically, and she knew he was expecting an answer. She knew but she didn’t want to, knowing that when she was nervous, she tended to—-

The prince raised a brow.

“Never, prince. I could never, like, seriously, never.”

She tended to dothat.

Babble.

“I was actually just giving you, umm, a...wide berth? Not that I’m saying it’s because you’re fat because obviously you’re not, and I’m speaking from experience because I’ve seen you half-naked more times I’ve seen my own boyfriend—-”

Realizing what she had just let slip, Fawn turned red and shut up.

The prince was visibly stunned. “Are you telling the truth?”

“About what, prince?”

Emerald-green eyes boring through hers, the prince said pleasantly, “You should know I fire people who force me to repeat myself.”

Sweet Jesus protect my job.

Wincing, she stammered, “It’s true, prince.”

“Is your boyfriend gay then?”

“What? No!” She shook her head incredulously, thinking he really was the Prince of Darkness, to immediately assume that Grant had to be gay just because he liked to have his clothes on.

“Then why?”

Would he fire her if she told him he was asking her something that didn’t have anything to do with work?

“Yes,” the prince said.

She gaped at him. “Did you just read my mind?” He really was the Prince of Darkness!

Idiot,the prince thought. Her face was just too easy to read. He asked impatiently, “Why then?”

“W-why do you even want to know?” she asked helplessly.

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