He didn't seem pleased to see me, but I cared less—he never actually was. I moved closer to him and took a seat beside him, about to speak when he beat me to it.
"Did I tell you to sit?" he asked, his tone sharp and devilish.
I quickly sprang to my feet, apologizing immediately.
"Say what you have to say and get lost," he ordered lazily, showing a large extent of disinterest.
"Mr. Grey, I have come up with a list of activities that we can do during our stay here…" I began, but his dreadful gaze shot at me, making me shiver.
"It's going to ease your grandma's suspicions," I concluded, avoiding his eyes.
"Get out. I didn't ask for any suggestions—especially not from you," he said coldly.
I frowned and whispered softly, "Please… I promise, you'll really enjoy it." I pleaded, but he didn't reply, let alone spare me a glance.
Not wanting to anger him further, I left.
But that didn't mean I was giving up—certainly not. I would find another way to convince him.
