'Burn it? Really? What on earth is he thinking?'
Natalie fumed, feeling both irritated and bewildered. She grabbed her phone, determined to call Justin and give him a piece of her mind. She was still reeling from the embarrassment of having to beg him to sleep in her bed, but now this—ordering her bed to be burned?
'Is my bed so lowly in his eyes that he couldn't even spend one night on it?' frustration bubbling inside her.
Just as she was about to dial Justin's number, she paused, remembering that he hadn't even bothered to reply to her message from earlier. 'Am I that insignificant to him, or is he looking down on me after reading my message?'
Annoyed, she decided to call Noah instead. The assistant picked up promptly, his voice professional. "Ms. Natalie…"
"Has your boss lost his mind? He's replacing my bed and ordering people to burn it!" she snapped, her anger spilling over.
