A minute later, Ayla thinned her lips, frowning hard when the man did nothing but peer at her.
He was ignoring her again.
Who was she kidding? Of course he was ignoring her.
Silas also had this nonchalance, except he only feigned his. He'd act like he didn't care about anything, when in fact, he cared the most.
Surely, he had learned it from this man.
Clenching her jaw, she called out through gritted teeth, "Mr. Hale?"
Like he hadn't just taken a quick trip to the past, he redirected his attention to her. "You work here. When do you need me to come for it?"
"What? No. I simply need you to write down your bank account number. Once I get my pay for this month, I'll send it to you." She shook her head, reaching into her still-wet clothes to find anything.
It was a good thing she was wearing a dark-colored dress made of flimsy material, so the wetness wasn't very obvious and it dried fast.
