Chapter 17 At The Mercy Of An Arrogant Billionaire
Sarah
The servants on the first floor were quietly fussing, but the woman on the sofa was still fast asleep. He thought she'd be eager to leave as soon as the servants opened the door in the morning.
"Sir," maid said to Shawn, who had just come downstairs, "breakfast is ready? Shall we wake this lady?"
Shawn looked away from the sofa and silently headed for the dining room.
I opened my eyes and immediately sat up. The curtains in the villa were drawn back, filtering the bright natural light.
I always had trouble falling asleep, but I managed to sleep until dawn on Shawn's sofa.
"Sorry, I overslept," I said, looking at the thin blanket, soft and warm. "No wonder it was so cozy."
As soon as I lay down, I realized I was cold, holding only a sofa cushion to keep warm. Where was that cushion I'd been holding?
I looked around and saw a discarded cushion nearby on the floor. Perhaps I hadn't thrown it, but it had been thrown too far...
"Thank you," I said gratefully, standing up and returning the thin blanket to the maid. "I'm so sorry for bothering you. You should have woken me up sooner..."
I assumed the maid had brought the blanket to cover me.
Maid took the blanket, thought for a moment, but didn't explain, simply saying, "Breakfast is ready; please eat first."
I rubbed my temples, suddenly remembering something.
I checked my phone, which had automatically shut off due to a low battery.
"What time is it?" I asked.
She replied, "It's seven thirty in the morning."
I sighed with relief: I wasn't late yet, but time was running out, as leaving was difficult and could take quite a while.
"I won't eat, I have to go," I said, standing up hastily.
Maid, ignoring my words, called for another maid: "Take this lady to the dining room."
"I'm very sorry, but I don't have time at all. Thank you for your kindness," I insisted.
"Sorry, Madam, but that's Mr Romano's order," she replied with a smile.
After refreshing myself, I was escorted to the dining room. The panoramic windows next to the dining room were open, letting the morning sun stream in.
Shawn sat at the dining table, the morning light bathing him in a golden glow, making him look impossibly perfect.
I approached him, but he didn't look up.
Holding his knife and fork gracefully, he maintained a cool indifference beneath his impassive face; even the sunlight seemed a little chilly.
I had decided not to deal with him last night, and now I felt even more tempted to turn around and leave.
"Sit!" He commanded in a soft, cold voice, a hint of authority in his voice.
A servant stood next to me and, at his command, leisurely pulled out a stool directly across from me. The dining table was laden with exquisite, sumptuous dishes, as well as wonderful cutlery.
I reluctantly sat down, and the servant immediately stepped aside. The dining room was quiet, and I sat there with my hands on my knees, slowly clenching them into fists.
I watched the man across from me, who was eating breakfast with impeccable manners, not making a sound.
Watching, I became slightly distracted.
Suddenly, a loud metallic clang was heard.
Shawn abruptly put down his fork, raised a cold gaze, and said, "If you don't finish this, I'll deduct another ten thousand."
My initial stance was one of defiance; I'd been kicked out, not to mention locked in this room, forced to sleep on the couch all night.
I'd intended to proudly assert myself, to show that from now on I would have nothing to do with my future brother-in-law.
But as soon as he uttered those words, my resentment vanished like smoke. I was happy that my contract was still running after this break.
Since our relationship was still clearly that of employer and employee, I had no right to be angry with him.
My fist immediately relaxed, and I began eating my breakfast.
I'd sold myself and ended up sleeping on my benefactor's couch downstairs...
I grew hungrier as I ate; I had eaten dinner the night before and was hungry, too. So I devoured the breakfast before I like a whirlwind, but I still wasn't full.
Of course, it wasn't just hunger; I hadn't had such a delicious breakfast in year.
I glanced at the two pieces of beef remaining on Shawn's plate. He seemed to have no intention of eating them anytime soon, merely watching me eat. That look seemed to say, "Sarah, how many days have you gone without food?"
But in this moment of despair, I didn't care what he looked like.
"Uh... are you still going to eat this?" I asked shamelessly, pursing my lips. "When you said finish it, you meant everything on this table, right?"
Shawn tugged the corner of his mouth slightly and, with a flick of his finger, nudged the plate forward.
From that slight gesture, I understood everything immediately. I laid my fork down unapologetically on two pieces of beef.
The servant, watching from afar, was stunned, their mouth hanging open for a long moment.
Time passed, and I followed the arrogant billionaire out of the villa. What if he refused to give me a ride? After all, he was a benefactor, not a driver.
Would I really have to walk from this villa district to catch a taxi? Then I would definitely be late for school.
Although the delay wasn't that great compared to the nineteen thousand, I hadn't yet seen a cent of that nineteen thousand.
Shawn remained silent, keeping me at a distance, as if invisible, so I followed him quietly, like a small tail.
I had no idea what I'd sold myself into; no need to accompany him in dreams or conversation, just breakfast?
Shawn entered the porch, walked up to a black two-seater sports car, opened the door, and got in.
I quickly moved into the passenger seat, ready to shamelessly climb in, but as soon as the engine roared and Shawn stepped on the gas, the car sped away.
Stunned, I stood at the entrance to the porch, watching the sports car disappear along with its exhaust pipe.
A feeling came over me, like a dog being honked at.