Morrison glanced at the phone that had just been hung up. He wasn't too happy about it—he hadn't even started talking yet. With a scowl, he picked it up again and dialed the landline to her office. No one answered.
Scratching his chin in frustration, Morrison finally grabbed Lilian's phone from the desk and strode out of his office.
So she's got a bit of a temper, huh? Does she want me to go and coax her?
The thought of having to lower himself to apologize made him feel even more annoyed. In his mind, he hadn't done anything wrong. He was only forbidding her from getting involved with Bert for her own safety. Wasn't that coming from a place of care?
The one who was in the wrong wasn't him—it was her. She got all starry-eyed over a few fashion sketches and acted like she'd never seen a pretty dress before. If she liked clothes that much, he could buy her as many as she wanted—designer brands, top-tier labels. How could that no-name designer Bert possibly compare?
