I thought I was done with Elliott for good. Yet, when I stepped out the next morning, his car was there again, parked in the same spot.
“Candice,” he greeted me with a cheerful smile. “Riding your bike to work isn’t convenient. Let me drive you instead.”
I wanted no part of this entanglement. With measured politeness, I declined.
His smile vanished as he stepped out of the car, his expression darkening. “If you want that Dr. Wright to keep his job at the hospital, you’ll get in the car.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Are you insane?”
He shrugged, utterly unbothered by my outburst “Insane? Sure. If it means having you back, I can do far crazier things.”
Left with no choice, I climbed into his car.
Like a magician unveiling a trick, Elliott revealed a spread of my favorite breakfasts. It was like a miniature breakfast shop in his passenger seat.
His puppy–dog eyes fixed on me, as if refusing to eat would crush his fragile ego.
I reluctantly picked a croissant and sipped some orange juice. Only then did he pull back, satisfaction spreading across his face as he watched me eat.
“Candice,” he said, leaning slightly toward me. “From now on, just tell me what you’d like for breakfast. I’ll have it delivered fresh every morning.”
His eyes scanned my outfit, his brows furrowing. “What are you wearing? So rough and wrinkled. My Candice should look her best. I’ll have some clothes sent over from the house later. Or better yet, let’s go buy you some new ones.”
Before I could refuse, he reached into his coat and produced a sleek black card, placing it in my hand. “No limit. Spend as much as you want. The password’s your birthday.”
