Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me novel Chapter 39

“April, are you okay?”

I blink at Eliza. “Huh?”

She frowns, studying me in concern. “Are you good? You’ve barely touched your food and have been staring out at nothing.”

I glance down at the chicken salad I’ve been twirling my fork through for the last twenty minutes. I sigh, dropping the cutlery.

“I’m okay, just…tired.”

‘Tired‘ is not the word to be used here.

‘Screwed‘ would be better.

I’m absolutely, positively screwed.

What was I thinking?

No, wait–I know the answer to that. I wasn’t thinking.

Because someone with working thinking faculties would have apologized to Nathan Ashford for keeping a secret from him. She would not have dragged out that godawful argument, practically insulting him and throwing a sensitive situation in his face.

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I groan, dropping my face onto the table with a soft thud.

We’d been having such a good time. I mean, yeah, it was awkward as fuck. But it was also funny and quirky, and I could feel us getting

closer.

The worst part is that I’m not impulsive like that; I don’t usually say the first stupid things that come to my mind. I measure my words; I’m smart with my conversations.

But when it comes to Nathan Ashford…poof! All my senses scramble, and I’m either a bumbling mess or a loudmouthed dork.

“Spring is fine,” I hear June tell Eliza as she pats my back gently. “She’s just had a long day.”

“Are you hurting from your fall this morning?” Eliza asks worriedly.

This morning…

That feels like ages ago. Then, I was someone worth saving.

Now, if a horse comes barreling my way, Nathan would probably glue my feet firmly in the line of collision.

I raise my head and shoot Eliza a smile. “It’s good. I’m good.”

She looks unconvinced but nods. “Okay. Finish your food, then.”

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I give her a wide smile I don’t feel. “Yes, ma’am.”

As I dig into my salad, shrill laughter filters into my ears. I look up to see Valerie holding court at the end of the table with her two lackeys, whose names I can never seem to remember–which, honestly, is on brand for the crappy eighties mean girl shtick they’re trying to

recreate.

I wonder if Nathan is going to confront her. She lied more than I did. Will he yell at her like he did at me?

I scoff inwardly. Doubtful. He’s more likely to pretend he doesn’t know the truth so he doesn’t risk upsetting Valerie.

I manage to finish my dinner, and although I usually hang out a little longer with Eliza before we go to bed, I play into my tiredness and leave the dining room with June as soon as we’re done.

“So,” June starts the moment I close our room door behind me.

I sigh. “You heard the argument, huh?”

She shrugs her tiny shoulders. “It was kind of hard not to.”

I groan, sitting on the bed. “I’m sorry, Summer.”

She frowns. “Why are you sorry to me?”

I shrug. “You know…the part about why we were allowed to stay.”

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