Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir
He corrected sharply.
“Fine, we're partners. But that doesn’t mean we have to act like strangers, does it? In as much as I’m trying to contain your rudeness, I don’t think it will last much longer.” I stared him down, my gaze unwavering. He raised an eyebrow, unamused.
“My rudeness?” He repeated the words slowly, like he didn’t believe I had the nerve to call him out.
“Yes, your rudeness Mr. Blackwell. Snapping at me in front of your ex-girlfriend, ranting I shouldn't fall in love with you. Was that really politeness to you?” I demanded, but he only scoffed, shaking his head.