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I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 145

“Playing hard to get!? You have got to be kidding me,” Niamh thought. “Jareth, you are unbelievably full of yourself.”

Even if she were trying to flirt with him, a man of his stature was so far out of her league it wasn't even funny.

A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“What’s so funny?” Jareth’s brow furrowed, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

Niamh quickly wiped the smile off her face and adopted a serious expression. “Mr. Bragg, I think you’ve misunderstood. I’m really not interested in you that way.”

The warmth in his eyes instantly turned to ice. He clenched his jaw and shoved her away forcefully.

“I don’t like blue,” he said, his voice cold as steel.

Niamh stumbled back, her shoulder hitting the wall with a painful thud. She winced but managed to keep her voice steady. “Of course, Mr. Bragg.”

She turned back to the closet and selected a gray shirt and a navy suit. He immediately snapped at her again. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?”

“No!” Niamh said quickly. “I just… I just think you look better in other colors than black!”

“Is that so?”

“Yes!”

“How much better?”

Niamh mentally rolled her eyes. “The most handsome man in the universe.”

Jareth nearly choked back a laugh. Such a desperate attempt to save her own skin.

To her surprise, he actually put on the gray shirt and navy suit.

She then picked out a red tie, but he vetoed it on the spot. As she moved to put it around his neck, he grabbed her wrist. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Of course not, Mr. Bragg!” she explained hastily.

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