Chapter 389

I watched as the hot soup spilled all over Ronald Wright, and somehow, the anger I’d been holding onto simmered down a bit. I was still fuming over his constant bossiness—always telling me what to do while treating Grace Mills as if she were made of glass, gentle and caring all the time. It made my stomach turn. But honestly, I only wanted to knock over the spoon he was about to shove in my face, not actually burn him. Pressing my lips together, I muttered, “I didn’t mean to do it. Go take care of the burn.” “Well, at least you’ve got a shred of a conscience left,” Nicholas Perry cut in, throwing a glance at Ronald. “Come on, man, let’s go.” But Ronald didn’t budge. His dark eyes stayed locked on me, unwavering. His voice was calm but persistent. “Who upset you? Tell me.” Hearing that, I scoffed, the irritation bubbling back up. He looked so damn determined, like the moment I told him the name, he’d somehow swoop in and fix everything. The idea was laughable. “It’s you. You upset me. A