ld apartment building. Her shoulders ached from a twelve-hour shift at the café, her manage

ening, can you give m

on her bag tightening. A tall figure slumped against the wall, half-sprawled on the dirty

" Her voi

nothing. Now, the once-glorious heir of Carter Enterprises looked like a wreck. His shirt hung loose, h

walk right past him. This man

low groan escaped his lips. His han

art wa

h outside my apartment, I'll b

, hooked her arms under his shoulders, and

half-struggling, half-cursing as she shoved him through

tretched, wincing at the soreness in her arms from hauling him in last

very much awake, scrolling through

aid lazily, not even glancing

dropped. "

ragged me in. I assumed you'd at least hav

est thing in the cupboard-a pack of ins

r's in the kettle. You can read t

en back at her, incredulous. "You expect m

u're catching on." J

ore it open, spilling half the seasoning packet across the counter. Jul

lped, shakin

ve never boiled wate

r that," he shot

ing he'd forgotten the rest of the seasoning. He tried to sprinkle it in, only fo

t help it-she

ow how to make instant noodle

g as he tried to slurp a soggy s

" She leaned against the counter,

er tiny dining table. Utility notices. Rent reminders. She shoved them und

uldn't scrape enough together. Pride kept her fro

ady. "Eat your noodles a

expression that made her skin prickle-like h

nally put him in his place, a he

's due today. No

dropped. Ren

ked the door open. "Mr. Lee, I

"By tomorrow, or you're out. I've been

d trembling. She clutched her doorknob, her

arms crossed, his messy hair catching the ligh

ou're

p," she hissed, shoving her bangs out of

owering his voice like he was mak

t my business? I'

a fr

me stay here. Just temporarily

g under the same roof w

nsane?" sh

e got nowhere else to go. And you, swe

throw him right back into the hallway.

oney. Her pride

under

had jus