Chapter one hundred and sixteen

Chapter one hundred and sixteen

Anastasia's POV.

Hillary remains silent, not talking, and I, on the other hand, act like I do not care. He chuckles the moment I place the cup of tea close to my lips, and it burns.

"Yeah, for someone as sadistic as you are, it's no big deal that you find that funny." I tell him, and his lips shift to the side. Oh, jeez. I think I might have offended him, but then, if I have, he does know how to hide it.

He clears his throat as he walks over to my front. And then, collecting the cup of tea from me, he blows into it and gives it back to me. With hesitation, I look into it first, and then placing it close to my lips, I come to realize it's gotten warm and not hot like it was earlier.

"Now, tell me, what is the catch?" Why are you being nice? I question him. And this time, I sound demanding, wanting nothing but an honest question.

"I see you no longer consider me to be fair with you."

"Well, when you think of it, is there a reason why you should?