“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, my voice dripping with pretentious innocence as I look down at the disaster on the floor. I turn to Mr. Bennett with a bright smile. “I guess we'll have to eat out after all.”Mr. Bennett’s face lights up. He grins like a schoolboy on a snow day and stands up from the bed so fast, probably scared I would change my mind. Jenna’s glare is hot enough to pierce through a solid brick wall. She forces a sweet smile onto her face. “Don't be ridiculous, Jade. Accidents happen. I’ll just have the kitchen make another tray.”“That’ll take too much time,” I retort. “And Mr. Bennett is starving.”“The maids will get it ready in no time,” she replies.Meanwhile, Henry is already moving. He throws on his jacket, a baseball cap, and a pair of dark sunglasses—his usual disguise whenever he sneaks out of the estate. Watching him move with such desperate eagerness brings sadness to my heart. He is a billionaire, yet he is acting like a prisoner escaping a cage.“We’re eati
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