Zane slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants before answering. "I've been knocking for a while, but you weren't answering. I needed to check if everything is fine here."
Selina straightened her spine. "Do you have anything to say to me? If not, please use the door," she replied dismissively, her tone a bit harsh. She didn't mean to be unkind, but she felt it was necessary to get rid of him at this moment.
Zane's brows furrowed. A flicker of shock crossed his unreadable expression as he registered the icy tone of her voice.
"I want to know why you've been refusing to do what's needed. It's been a month since I got your meal."
Such audacity! Selina scoffed inwardly.
"I'm not your nanny, Mr Zane. It was never part of the contract that I'd serve you that way, remember? If I choose to stop, you shouldn't question me either," she asserted, her tone detached and blunt as bitterness simmered in her chest.
