Page 87 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

“It’s yours.”

“Uh, no, it’s not.”

He repeated firmly, “It’s yours.”

“Uh, no,” she said just as firmly. “It’s not.”

The prince smiled.

Oh no, she thought immediately. Wheneverthatdevastatingly nice-guy smile appeared, it usually meant the opposite.

And she was right.

“How much do you love your job?”

She gulped. “Very much, prince.”

“Then...” He opened the door for her. “What do you say?”

She said weakly, “Thank you?”

“Perfect.” The prince’s eyes gleamed. “I expect you to use this car wherever you go from hereon. And before you say anything else, it’s not an extravagance. It’s a security precaution as your bodyguards—-”

Bodyguards?

“Will have an easier time protecting you this way. Walking leaves you too vulnerable.” As the prince spoke, he gently but firmly led her inside the car and once she was seated, he bent down, whispering to her ear, “If you promise me you won’t meet with Bennett today, I’ll fuck your brains out tonight.” He paused, his tongue tracing the curve of her earlobe. “And it will be a night you won’t ever forget.”

Oh.

OH!

She gulped.

The prince pulled away, and as their eyes met, she heard herself mumble, “I promise.”

PRISCILLA:What are you doing now?

Fawn:You just asked me that five minutes ago.

Priscilla:You’re still thinking about me then.

Fawn:Could you please stop texting stuff like that? What’s the point of hiding your identity behind a girl’s name if you’re saying things like that? Grant would know you’re not a girl if he sees my phone.

Priscilla:That won’t be a problem since you promised not to see him without me.

Fawn:Even so!

After clicking onSend,Fawn deleted the entire message thread and dropped her phone back in her bag. When the girl in front of her was done ordering, Fawn moved forward with her tray and asked for a salad and lasagna. Unlike other university cafeterias, Christopoulos University’s looked more like a hotel lobby with its elegant décor and spacious interior.

It was so beautiful, Fawn thought absently, that more often than not, she had a hard time believing she was actually studying in this type of school.

Making her way to her usual seat on her usual table in the corner, Fawn once again found herself the object of other students’ curious gazes. Was it because they were wondering what Grant Bennett saw in her?

If so, then she wanted to know the answer to that, too.

What had he seen in her in the first place, and how had she lost it, to the point that he had to cheat on her?

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