Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Jane lowered her head, hiding her face, and slowly picked up the wasted food on the floor.
As she picked it up, she said softly, "You're right. I've always been this dirty, and you knew it. So why get mad? You haven't eaten dinner, have you? All this food is ruined. How about I make you some pasta?"
In Luke's eyes, Jane's downcast eyes and gentle voice were the perfect act for her to win over her sugar daddy.
Luke's sharp eyes narrowed coldly. He looked dangerous. Her humble act seemed to irritate him. He turned away and said, "No need." Then he walked upstairs, cold as ice.
After Luke left, Jane didn't move for a while. Then, like nothing had happened, she started moving. With slender fingers, she picked up the fallen, dented takeout box. She carefully put the expensive food back into the box piece by piece.
After cleaning up, Jane sat back at the table. She picked up a fork, opened the box, and took small bites of each dish she bought.
This food was expensive. She'd used her meager savings, saving up desperately to buy it. These tasty dishes were things she hadn't even dreamed of all year.
She wouldn't buy them herself, even if she craved them. But Luke tossed them away carelessly.
Jane ate, forcing down the bitterness. She couldn't hold back the pain inside. Her thin shoulders shook violently. Finally, biting her lip, she cried silently.
She was really struggling. But no matter how bad it got, she had to keep going. Her mother was still in the hospital, and without Luke's money, she couldn't save her mother's life. She had to push through, no matter what.
After a quick emotional breakdown, Jane pulled herself together. She didn't have time for tears. Crying wasted time.
After eating, wiping her tears, and splashing cold water on her face, Jane took her laptop and went to her room. She wasn't happy with the design she made at the studio today and needed to change it based on client feedback before work tomorrow.
That night, Jane worked until 3 AM before finally falling asleep.
The next day, Jane got up to make breakfast, but Luke was already gone. He hated her so much that he wouldn't even eat with her. That would be better. She didn't have to cook for him.
Back at the studio, Jane got a text from Josie. An overseas client wanted to see the products ASAP, so Josie took some workers and took off. Now Jane was in charge.
Jane rolled up her sleeves and started sketching. She worked all morning, skipping lunch. Then her phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number. "Hello? Who's this?"
"It's me." Luke's cold, low voice came through.
Jane froze. She didn't expect Luke to call. She didn't even know he had her number. "Mr. Drake, you—"
"Go to the nursing home and see my grandfather. Now. My car's at the entrance. You've got thirty minutes."
"But I'm at work—"
"Work? Next time, come up with a better excuse." His voice dripped with sarcasm. He still didn't believe she had a real job.
"You've got twenty-nine and a half minutes. Don't keep me waiting. You know what happens if you're late." He hung up.
Jane stared at her phone, took a deep breath, and rushed to the nursing home.
Just as Jane arrived at the nursing home, a black Bentley pulled up. The tinted window rolled down. "Get in," Luke ordered, his stern face visible in the back seat.
Jane gritted her teeth and got in. Once seated, a brand-new designer dress landed on her lap.
"Put it on," Luke said coldly, shooting her a sideways glare. He had given her 300 thousand dollars, but she still dressed like trash. Seeing her faded clothes, he frowned even harder.
Jane picked up the dress, flustered. "You mean... change here... now?"
"Or what? This isn't a mall. No changing rooms here."
Jane bit her lip. That wasn't what she meant.
As if reading her mind, Luke sneered, "Relax, I'm not into women like you. Even if you stripped naked in front of me, I'd be disgusted."