The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“I don’t mean the worst for you,” Alex said simply.

Mia stared at him, eyes narrowing, like she was trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t have all the pieces to.

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning fully to face him now.

Alex didn’t move. “What do you mean?”

Mia let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head.

“Did you agree on another bet with your girlfriend? Is that what this is about? You need another person to entertain you?” Her voice was sharp, cutting. “Blackwell, there are plenty of other girls in this town who would be thrilled to do it. Please, give me a break, okay? Just leave me the hell alone. I’m not the one who hurt your brother. Let me breathe from you trying to hurt me every second.”

She let the words spill out all at once, like she had been holding them in for too long.

Her chest was rising and falling too quickly.

She could feel the sting of tears threatening to fall, but she refused to let them. Not in front of him.

Alex didn’t respond right away.

He just stood there, watching her.

Silent. Unmoving.

Like he hadn’t even heard what she just said.

But Mia knew he had.

He just wasn’t focused on her words.

He was focused on her.

Before she could take another step back, Alex reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Mia’s body reacted before her mind did.

She panicked, twisting her arm, trying to pull away.

“Let go of me.”

Alex didn’t budge.

“Don’t create a scene, Turner.”

Mia’s mouth fell open. “Don’t create a-what? Are you—”

She cut herself off, too confused to finish the sentence.

Before she could argue further, Alex started walking, still holding her hand.

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Her legs stumbled to keep up with him.

“Where are you taking me? Let me go.”

“To eat.” His voice was even, matter-of-fact. “You look like you might fall over any second.”

Mia’s steps faltered.

“What?”

But Alex didn’t answer.

He pulled her into a fancy restaurant without giving her a choice.

The moment they stepped inside, the shift was instant. The chatter from the other tables lowered slightly, and Mia could feel the weight of people’s eyes on them.

She stopped struggling immediately.

She already had enough people in Willowcrest watching her like she didn’t belong. She didn’t need to give them another

reason to stare.

Alex must have known that because he loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely.

He led her to a table near the back, away from the main crowd, and pulled out a chair.

Then, before she could protest, he pushed her into it.

Mia let out a small yelp, her hands gripping the sides of the chair as she shot him a glare.

Alex, completely unfazed, took the seat across from her like nothing had happened.

Mia’s hands curled into fists on her lap.

She stared at Alex, her mind struggling to keep up with whatever the hell was going on right now.

Just last week, him and his girlfriend had humiliated her in the worst way possible in his house. And now-what? He was sitting across from her, talking to her about food like he cared?

She didn’t understand him.

She didn’t want to understand him.

“Eat,” Alex said, his voice too calm, too steady. “So you can have the strength to shout at me more if you want.”

A small, teasing smile played at his lips.

Mia stared harder.

Was this guy serious right now?

Her fingers twitched in frustration.

Alex picked up the menu. “What would you like to eat?”

“I’m not eating your food.”

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He didn’t even glance up. “Technically, it’s not my food. But since I’ll be paying-okay… I’ll pick something you’ll like.”

Mia let out an exasperated breath. Was he purposely ignoring her words?

Before she could argue, he called for the waiter.

The young man returned, notebook in hand, ready to take another order.

Mia’s eyes burned into Alex, daring him to not go through with this.

But he did.

Effortlessly.

Like she wasn’t even sitting here, refusing.

When the waiter left, Alex finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable.

“I mean it, Turner.” His voice was quieter now, more serious. “I don’t want the worst for you. And no, there’s no game anywhere.”

Mia clenched her jaw, but she didn’t say anything.

Because she didn’t believe him.

Why would she?

Alex Blackwell didn’t care about people like her.

She was just another name on a long list of people he looked down on.

The waiter returned with his food, setting the plate in front of him.

Alex picked up his fork and started eating.

Meanwhile, Mia sat there, stiff and motionless.

She didn’t trust him.

Not for a second.

For all she knew, this was some elaborate new game-

Alex didn’t look up when he spoke again.

“So, tell me where are you going with that?” He gestured toward her bag.

Mia’s fingers instinctively tightened around it.

“None of-”

“I know.” He cut her off easily, like he had expected her answer. “What if I want to make it my business?”

Mia narrowed her eyes. “I’d say don’t.”

Alex hummed in response, taking another bite of his food.

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Then, his voice softened slightly. “What happened?”

Mia rubbed her arms, looking down at the table.

She shouldn’t tell him anything.

She shouldn’t give him even a single piece of her life to play with.

But when she glanced up, Alex was still watching her, waiting-like he actually wanted to know.

Maybe that was it.

Maybe that was what he really wanted.

To hear how miserable her life had become.

To know just how deep in the gutter the Turners had fallen.

Maybe once he knew, he would finally leave her alone.

Mia exhaled sharply, tilting her head slightly. “Fine.”

Alex’s fork paused mid-air.

“I was just walking around, trying to waste time until my shift.” Her voice was steady, but her hands weren’t. “Since, you know, I don’t exactly have a place to stay right now.”

Alex didn’t react, but his eyes darkened slightly.

Mia scoffed. “Then I was planning to talk to my coworker, see if I could crash at her place for the meantime. So yeah, we’re kind of on the run. We don’t have a house anymore. My brother got shot, and now he’s running for his life.”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

Then she lifted her chin, her lips curling into a bitter smile.

“Satisfied?”

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