When I arrived at the restaurant, the guy was already sitting in the reserved spot. He was waiting for me.
I had already changed out of the conservative outfit I wore just now. I was now wearing a red bodycon slip dress. My long, curly hair was down.
The ambient lighting in the Western restaurant was well set up. The off-white lights cast a soft glow through the gaps in the partitions.
In this kind of environment, it's easy to get swept up in romance.
The six-pack guy was named Wilson Collins. From the moment I appeared before him, his gaze never left me.
I knew he was hooked.
At the end of the meal, he said, "Mila, be my girlfriend."
I slightly parted my red lips. I curved them into a bright smile.
The plan had reached its final step. It was time to reel him in.
I was just about to agree when a voice suddenly appeared above me.
"Having dinner with Jane?"
I froze. Goosebumps rose all over my body.
I slowly turned around and looked up.
Xavier was staring at me.
My heart skipped a beat.
Xavier had always hated being lied to. Anyone who ever lied to him was cut off.
According to him, I could lie. But just don't let him find out.
If he did find out, it was my fault. Not because he was too heartless.