Jaxon was glad that he could convince her to eat. He couldn’t believe that he had apologized to her, something he had never done in his whole life. However, after making peace with her, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
His mood lightened as he went into his office and sat on the sofa. “Sit,” he said. Carmella sat down awkwardly on the couch farthest from him. He served the club sandwiches onto two plates and pushed one towards her. He served the pomegranate mocktail in two glasses and served her one.
“Thank you,” she said and sat quietly to eat.
“I will leave for Paris tonight. You will accompany me. So, pack your stuff for a two-day trip and be ready by 7 o’clock in the evening. I’ll come over to pick you up from your house,” he informed her as casually as he could without alar
