The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“Addie, wait.”
My feet froze. I shut my eyes and breathed out,
swallowing as I opened my eyes again, but kept my back to
him because I needed another second to regroup.
“I’m sorry.”
“You know what I think?” I turned around and faced him.
He held the basket to his chest and waited for me to speak.
“From here on out, we should keep our conversations at a
minimum.”
“What? Why?”
“You know why.” I shot him a look.
“So what do you want me to do? Stay inside?”
“It’s not like you’re ever outside any other time, but it
doesn’t matter. I won’t be back tomorrow.”
“What? Why not?” He stepped forward, the basket still
between us. “Are you leaving?”
“Not yet, but my uncle is back. I’m sure he can handle
this better than I can.”
“You can’t just . . . I’ll only accept the basket from you.”
I blinked. “You sound like a child.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t care.”
“Sometimes I forget how spoiled you are.” I rolled my
eyes. “Either way, it’s done. I can’t keep doing this.”
“Please, Adeline.” His voice was low, his eyes searching
mine as if begging. “Please. It’s the one thing I look forward
to every day.”
“Can’t you see how much this is hurting me?” I
whispered. “As it is, I have to plan your wedding to someone
else. This is all too much.”
“So don’t. I already told you. Don’t plan the wedding. Let
someone else do it.”
“And miss out on the opportunity? It’s not only me, it’s
my company, it’s my dream event.” My voice rose as I spoke.
I quieted. “Besides, my mother would kill me.”