Page 58 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
“Did you forget? You already fired me yesterday.”
Lucas set his bowl of porridge down with a quiet clink, leaning back in his chair. His tone stayed indifferent. “You’re my girlfriend. It doesn’t matter when I fire you or when I hire you back. I make the decisions.”
She exhaled a sharp breath, biting back the urge to snap.
The nerve of this man!
Without saying another word, she scooped some sliced fruits into a bowl, standing stiffly as she started to eat without even sitting down.
“I already have a new job. I’ll be going there.”
His head shot up. His shoulders tensed instantly.
“You already have a job?”
“Yeah.” She didn’t even look at him.
“I fired you yesterday and you’re already working for someone else?” His voice dropped, low and laced with disbelief.
“Yes.” She popped the last piece of pineapple into her mouth, chewing calmly before adding, “I’ll be working with Jacob. At his company. I’m already running late.”
She set the bowl down on the counter with a soft clink. Her gaze never lifted, but the burning eyes filled with jealousy were burning through her. Lucas’ fingers clenched tightly around the fork, knuckles whitening, the metal slightly bending under the pressure. His whole body was stiff, frozen as he glared at her in silence.
“Thanks for the offer, though.” She finally glanced up, forced a tight smile, then turned and walked out without a second glance.
A loud slam echoed through the house the moment the door shut. Lucas’ hand had crashed down on the dining table, rattlingevery dish in place. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as he stared at the empty space where she had just been standing—jaw tight, heart pounding.
For Emily, the day passed by in a blur.
The moment she arrived at Jacob’s office, he immediately put her to work—assigning her the pile of past designs and halted projects she had shelved just to prioritize Lucas’ company. Back then, she had handed her designs to Lucas without hesitation.
Now that she was back to working for Jacob and didn’t have any memory about Lucas or why she was investing so much into him, she was able to work without a second thought about anything else.
Evening melted into night, and by the time the clock ticked past ten, there was still no sign of Emily at the Cantrell mansion. Lucas sat stiffly in the living room, his jaw tight, the phone clenched in his hand.
He glanced down at the screen and dialed her number for what felt like the fiftieth time. The phone rang and continued ringing but the phone was never picked up.
With a loud exhale, Lucas slammed the phone down onto the couch beside him. His breath came out in heavy huffs of frustration. “Fine,” he muttered, eyes burning. “You want to die out there? Then fucking die for all I care.”
He snatched the phone from the couch again and stormed off toward the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the cold silence of the mansion.
Another hour passed. Midnight came and went, and still, no sign of her. Lucas lay on the bed, fully awake, his body rigid with unease. He turned from side to side, unable to breathe properly.
Finally, he let out a frustrated breath, grabbed his phone again, and called her number.
Still no answer.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Finally, on the fifth try, the call connected.
“Hello?” came her sleepy voice from the other end, groggy and barely awake.
“Emily? Where the hell are you?” he barked, rising from the bed in a rush. His breaths were sharp, filled with panic as he realized that she was probably asleep already.
