Larissa's POV
I let out a frustrated groan and flung my phone across the couch cushions. The man was impossibly headstrong.
First appearing at the hospital like some savior in designer clothing, and now demanding to visit my place in the dead of night. Since when did our arrangement include late-night meal delivery service?
The idea of Carson witnessing my modest apartment made me scan the space with critical eyes. It wasn't chaotic, but it certainly wasn't suitable for the CEO of a billion-dollar empire either. The gap between his luxurious penthouse and my humble home would be embarrassing.
Letting out a defeated breath, I hauled myself up from the couch.
If he insisted on coming over, I needed to clean up. I'd spent the entire day in hospital corridors, and I reeked of stress and stale coffee.
