Chapter 88

After Hannah refused to make me dinner with the excuse that she was out of ingredients, I who didn't want to be stuck in my hunger, was forced to use the last resort: calling Jess and asking him to deliver my dinner to Hannah's house.

 

"What?! Why would I bother sending dinner to you right now?" 

 

"Never mind, just do it quickly and don't ask too many questions. I'm really hungry."

 

"But you're at Miss Summerfield's right now. Why don't you ask her for a favor? I'm sure she'll prepare dinner for you with no strings attached."

 

I pulled my phone away from my ear, staring at the row of letters of my personal assistant's name that I wanted to stuff in my mouth as soon as I heard his series of questions that I didn't want to answer before I put my phone back to my ear and sighed softly.