CASSANDRA’S POV.
“Chase.” I hasten him as I watch him tug on his sweatshirt.
“I will have just a glass of juice instead.” He tells me as he meets me at the door of his room and we both walk through the hallway to descend the stairs.
We walk into the kitchen together and I fetch him the juice and give it to him. Taking another empty glass, I fill it halfway and move to give it to Belle who is currently seated in the living room with her face scrunched up as she stares at something on her phone.
“The housekeeper took a break. She would be back by tonight. I am filling in for her. We do not have all the time, I need to be in school in thirty.” I tell her as I stretch out my hand to hand the glass of Juice to her.
After a minute of staring at me, she finally takes the glass from me an
