Page 41 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

His voice is low when he speaks.

I clear my throat to make it sound clear, like everybody seems to do around here, “I’m buying groceries and house cleaning supplies. “

He's quiet for a second, then, “That’s already taken care of, “ he lifts his gaze to meet mine, and I see the simmering anger in there, “I appreciate the concern, but it’s not necessary.”

He attempts to grab the second notepad, but I place a hand on it to stop him.

“No.”

Kane sighs in frustration, “Let it go, Chloe.”

I swallow, standing on my ground, and say, “No.” My heart is beating faster and faster.

We lock gazes, chocolate brown eyes to icy blue ones.

He’s livid, and so am I. He has no right to stop me from contributing.

Kane’s jaws clench tightly as he works off his anger. “You’re not buying anything for this house, and that’s final.”

He snatches the lists from me and tucks them under his arm. As he struts away, I scowl at his back, wishing I could just hit him. Maybe that will teach him to have some respect for other people’s decisions.

Rosa leans forward to take my hand, “Don’t worry about it, darling. We know you mean well, but your help is not needed at all. If anything, we should care for you.”

I open my mouth to speak, but she addresses my concerns, “And no. That doesn’t make you a charity case. It makes you one of us.”

When she puts it like that…I totally see where they’re coming from. But my pride is not allowing me to accept it.

Rosa lets go of my hand, and I say to both of them, “Thank you so much for caring for me and Skye.” I end the statement with an overly bright smile, and they know I still don't agree with Kane completely.

Rising to my feet, I storm off to chase Kane. The house is so big it splits in different directions. One leads to the stairs and the other to the balcony. Luckily, I see Kane from the floor-to-ceiling balcony window, and I head in that direction. I burst in through the doors, yelling at the top of my lungs, “Who are you to order me around?!”

He’s reclining on a long balcony chair and looks up upon hearing my voice. His expression is guarded, but I still see remnants of the anger in his eyes.

I stand in front of him, fuming, “If I want to contribute to this house, then I’m going to contribute. Just because I’m not a fancy billionaire doesn’t mean I can’t contribute.”

Kane’s face darkens, and he jumps to his feet, towering over me, “I’m saying it’s not necessary because you’re not a fancy billionaire. Face it, Chloe. You don’t have the means to pay for all the groceries and cleaning supplies all the time for this house.”

Ouch. It stings. Did he just call me poor in every syllable?

“Wow,” I scoff in disbelief, “So did you ask me to come with you so that you can look me in the face and tell me I’m poor?”

Kane pinches the bridge of his nose as if I'm the one who's insufferable. As if I'm the one going around telling people what they can and can't do.

I glare at him straight in the eye and utter, “I shouldn’t have come here. “

He glowers back, “What do you want to do? Leave? You want to waste a full day’s efforts to move here just because you wouldn’t get your way?”

Uhh… Why does he make me act this way?

I scream, “Yes! And I’m leaving because you’re a tyrant control freak!”

Oh my. I do sound like a little girl throwing a tantrum….

Not that I care. He should be more careful with his words next time.

Huffing, I turn around and start marching into the house with every intention of going up to my room and packing my bags.

“Chloe!”

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