Shirley Thorne felt like she had just used up an entire year's worth of embarrassment in this single moment.
She couldn't help but turn and glare at Florence Langley, her eyes filled with the sting of betrayal.
'So this is the kind of person you are, Florence!'
'How dare you keep me in the dark?'
Florence Langley stuck her tongue out playfully and beat a hasty retreat. "I'll leave you two to talk, Ma'am, Sir," she said as she scurried off. "I'm going to go help Mrs. Miller with dinner."
Shirley Thorne instinctively reached out to grab her but caught only air, nearly tumbling off the bed.
Ethan Grant stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed slightly. "Come to my study," he said.
"Yes, right away!"
Shirley Thorne clutched her small blanket, her almond-shaped eyes watching the billionaire walk away. She looked completely defeated.
'Damn it!'
'Doesn't he know you're not supposed to just walk into a girl's bedroom?'
'How can Mr. Grant just come and go as he pleases?'
