Third Person POV
“You should seriously eat something, Enzo…” Bethany pouted as she stood at his office door.
Enzo glared at her from his desk; there was no trace of amusement on his face. Getting him to love her was going to be more difficult than she thought, but she certainly wasn’t going to give up.
“I’m not hungry,” he said, standing to his feet. “I ate a late lunch.”
Bethany knew for a fact that he wasn’t being truthful. She doesn’t recall him eating at all today.
“I’m going to bed. Please, don’t disturb me,” he said as he brushed past her and left his office.
Bethany placed the plates of food on his desk and folded her arms across her chest. This wasn’t fair. He clearly cares way too deeply for that lowly student of his.
Even his packhouse staff seems to care for the gir
