"You got another letter wrong, Lauren."
Frowning, Lauren crumpled the paper for the third time and threw it on the floor. While she was writing, Alec kept on glancing at her work while he was busy with a case file.
After wasting three papers, she hadn't written beyond twenty words yet because Alec's sharp eye could immediately spot the difference.
Lauren put down the quill and grabbed the glass of milk. Her impatience was burning in her throat that she felt parched.
Halfway through the glass, she put it back on the desk with a loud thud. She eyed Alec sharply.
"You know what, I know you are intentionally making it hard for me. I'm not a forger so how am I supposed to copy how exactly you write your every letter?"
His gaze remained on the case file he was busy with.
"I'm afraid that is your problem, not mine. It's your fault, isn't it."
Her lips fell apart in disbelief. Was he seriously being hard on her over a case report?
