Scarlett POV
I stared at him intensely, showing my displeasure.
“Are all the women in the world dead? Why do you have to keep clinging to me?”
“I’ve already told you.” His eyes settled on mine, steady and unblinking. “I love you.”
I immediately made a gagging face.
“Stop saying that.”
“I’m being honest.”
“I don’t want your honesty.”
“You’re wearing a filter when you look at me.”
“Then stop giving me reasons to wear one.”
He sighed, the sound almost soft.
I kicked the suitcase hard enough that it slid a few inches across the floor.
“Take your junk and leave.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I have a conference call.”
He calmly picked up the suitcase, carried it to the guest room, and set it down as the conversation had already ended. Then he walked into my study.
I stood there, staring
