Chapter 62: Juice

“UH, YES! I mean, leave it to me!” I bit my knotted tongue firmly before I quickly turned my back on him. Fortunately, I reached out to Mirasol, who prepared the snack for the staff. “I’m sorry if it’s a little late for the snack,” she apologetically said. “It’s okay. I’ll go ahead and take them outside and continue what you’re doing upstairs.” I grabbed the tray with just the pitcher and some sandwiches. “Oh, no! When Lawrence finds out, he might get mad at me!” Mirasol insisted. “I’ll take care of Rence. We just finished talking.” She smiled in agreement with what I said. “Then I will go to the back of the house first to hang the blankets I washed.” I nodded as she turned her back on me to get out. I quickly turned around, but the tray I was holding almost fell due to Franco’s presence. He leaned against the door frame with two arms crossed on his chest. He stared at me intently, but I could not just read his emotions. He looks scary and mercilessly hot. I cannot deny that. “H-here i