Edgar was on a blind date with the girl across from him, but his expression was always absent-minded.
He would occasionally check his phone, only to angrily put it down again when he saw no messages.
When he saw Maren, the gloom on his face dissipated slightly.
Today's blind date was arranged by the elders of the Pope Family.
He deliberately told a few mutual friends with Maren about the location, and sure enough, Maren showed up.
"Aren't you the one who stood me up? What are you doing here?"
Edgar walked up to me, and I stared blankly for a few seconds, not expecting to meet him here.
"Maren, if you want to pretend it's a coincidence, at least try to act better. Your acting is so bad, I don't even bother pointing it out."
I snapped back to reality. "I didn't know you were here. I'm here for work."
After saying this, I tried to walk past him, but Edgar blocked my path.
"Maren, stop pretending. How could it be such a coincidence?"
"I'm here for a blind date, and you're here for work? Do you think I'd believe that?"
I took a few steps back, keeping my distance, my tone cold. "Believe it or not, that's your business. This is the truth."
"Edgar, I don't like you anymore, and I won't bother you again."
"Congratulations, you finally got rid of me."
Hearing that I didn't like him, Edgar's expression froze for a moment before he quickly regained his composure, his tone mocking. "Maren, your tactics have become sophisticated. You've learned the art of playing hard to get."
"Pity I'm not falling for it."
"You'd better mean what you say. Don't come crying back to me in a few days begging for forgiveness. If you do, I'll really lose respect for you."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Good, I'll wait and see."
Edgar turned and walked away.
I also saw Kelsie coming out to meet me, and I headed straight toward her.
We were like two parallel lines that would never intersect again.
The cooperation went smoothly, and when I went to the restroom, I suddenly noticed that I had many new messages on the phone.
Edgar actually posted a photo of me on his social media.
It was a candid shot taken at the restaurant, captioned: [Simp are everywhere.]
There were already many comments below.
[Mr. Pope is truly irresistible.]
[Right? She actually came? She should know her place, it's presumptuous of her.]
Edgar replied to the comment: [There's nothing to be done about it, some people just love to be cheap.]
Friends sent messages to comfort me, telling me not to take it to heart.
I told them that I was fine.
Actually, I really didn't care anymore.
I had endured worse humiliations before, this was nothing.
Now, I was only worried that Dashawn wouldn't see this, otherwise, I'd never be able to clear my name.
While thinking about this, I walked out of the restroom.
I looked up to meet Dashawn's icy gaze. He stood outside, a cigarette between his lips, his expression so grim it was frightening, like he was catching someone in the act.
Before I could speak, his lips were on mine, drawing me into a corner.
When my back was about to hit the wall, Dashawn's hand cushioned my back.
His words were still harsh: "Did you really treat my words as if they were just wind?"
"Eating me up and then running off to your ex-lover, Maren, you're quite something."
"I didn't…"
Before I could finish, Dashawn kissed me again.
Fierce and urgent, as if pouring all his anger into the kiss,
I struggled, my cheeks burning, worried that someone might see us.
Dashawn ignored these concerns, lifting my hands above my head, his other hand around my waist, his firm body pressing against mine.
I slowly sensed a metallic taste, realizing that he had bitten my lip.
Voices from nearby caught our attention.
"Maren actually followed us here, she's relentless."
"Yes, she said she didn't like me anymore, it's clearly a tactic. Does she think I'll bow to her? Dream on!"
It was Edgar's voice.
