Charlotte's POV

I lifted my gaze and briefly stared at her, but she was concentrating on what she was doing.

If she knew what respect was, she wouldn't have intentionally dropped Alex's son's food.

"Sure," I replied and stood up from the floor.

"No worries. I'm in a hurry to leave, so I can't prepare something he could eat again. I guess you'll have to do it yourself," she said and thrust the tray into my hand.

She flipped her hair and smiled slyly at me before she turned and walked away from me, swaying her hips.

I watched her retreating figure, and when she was out of sight, a...