HATTY

"No, Charlton," I muttered into my phone, sneaking glances at Mr. Nash every chance I got.

"I’ll be back soon," I added, rolling my eyes.

"I’m not a child, Charlton. Stop worrying, for goodness’ sake," I hissed before hanging up, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

The moment the call ended, my body tensed. A part of me expected Mr. Nash to question me about Charlton, but he didn’t.

He just sat there, brooding, eyes fixed on the tablet resting on the seat beside him. The glasses perched on his face somehow made him look even more attractive than he already was. Screw the media, Mr....