Lilian spun around and stormed out of the bedroom, retreating to the bathroom to wash up.
She squeezed out toothpaste and brushed her teeth fiercely, using the action to vent her frustration.
She knew she shouldn't have let him in.
After quickly getting ready, she strode out of the bathroom without meeting his eyes and headed straight back to the bedroom — only to be stopped by someone sitting at the dining table.
"Come eat breakfast."
Without even looking at him, she refused flatly.
"No."
She tried to keep walking, thinking, They say you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you, but I don't want to eat his damn breakfast.
Morrison had gone through all the trouble to buy a lavish spread—not to have it ignored. He'd even reheated it in the microwave while she was washing up because it had cooled off.
Seeing her refusal, he stood up and blocked her way, lowering his gaze to look at her pale, delicate face.
