Ana's POV
I couldn't bring myself to return to the office after dinner, so I decided to work from my apartment instead.
Thank goodness Morris had set up a private art studio for me before I moved in.
I settled at my drawing board, trying to find a comfortable position as I focused on the latest commission—a traditional outfit that required careful attention to detail.
After I'd ignored him all afternoon, Morris seemed to be seriously rethinking his behavior.
He appeared beside me with a glass of milk, flashing his most charming smile in an obvious attempt to win me over.
"Sweetheart, you look exhausted from all that drawing. Want some milk? Or maybe fruit? I'll wash it for you," he cooed.
I turned to study Morris as he pulled out all the stops to get back in my good graces. The way he could flip his mood so completely fascinated me.
