The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 263

Yasmine had spent the entire day lying on the bed. When she woke, her stomach was growling with hunger.

She fumbled for her phone and ordered some takeaway. About thirty minutes later, the doorbell chimed.

Assuming it was her food, she shuffled to the door, not bothering with shoes.

The sight that greeted her was a surprise.

Zachary stood there, holding a bag that unmistakably contained her order. It didn't take a genius to figure out he had intercepted the delivery guy.

"This is what you're eating?" Zachary pointed to the takeaway with a smirk.

Yasmine reached for the bag, irritation flaring. "None of your business."

She tried to close the door, but Zachary blocked it with his foot.

"What's the wrong with you?" she snapped, frowning at him.

"You're really not gonna invite me in after I came all this way?"

"And who the hell are you to me?" Yasmine shot back.

Zachary, realizing she was as prickly as a hedgehog and also noticeably thinner, softened his tone. "Your dad passed away. Why didn't you tell me?"

Yasmine scoffed. "And what are you to him?"

"I am his son-in-law," he said, his brow furrowing.

"Ex-son-in-law, if you need a reminder," Yasmine retorted without a hint of sympathy. "A good ex, whether it's a boyfriend or whatever, should always be like they're dead—remain invisible."

Zachary didn’t expect her harsh words, or the coldness in her eyes.

Yasmine glared at him, unyielding.

He sighed, a cold laugh escaping him. "Yasmine, you've really outdone yourself."

She raised an eyebrow, the chill in her expression unbroken.

Zachary stepped back, and the door slammed shut with no hint of regret on her part.

Yasmine plopped down on the couch with her food, her appetite now spoiled by Zachary's intrusion.

Forcing herself, she took a few bites but soon gave up, tying up the bag to throw it out.

Opening the door and stepping outside, she jumped. Zachary was there, leaning against the wall, eyes closed as if resting.

Hearing her, he opened his eyes and looked at her with a depth that made her uncomfortable.

Yasmine brushed past him into the elevator without a word.

Zachary didn't follow.

The elevator doors shut, and Yasmine felt a wave of frustration. That man was always as stubborn as a mule.

After tossing the trash, she lingered outside, not ready to go back up and face the possibility of him still being there.

"Are you really that afraid of seeing me?" Zachary had waited upstairs for a while before coming down, worried about her. He hadn't expected to find her strolling around the complex to avoid him.

Yasmine frowned at him. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Just go home if you don't want to see me. Why wandering outside?"

"You’re right. I don't want to see you at all," she shot back.

Zachary took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure despite her anger. "Then go back inside, it's cold out here," he conceded.

Yasmine gave him a brief look before turning and leaving without another word.