Amanda's POV
My first impression of Peter was refined and courteous, but when I caught the sharp glint in his eyes, though not intimidating, it made me feel an involuntary urge to lower my head. Dylan lowered his head, fingers growing cold as he gripped the soup spoon tightly.
My gaze dimmed as I realized that despite Dylan's recent warmth and consideration towards me, I thought I was gradually occupying his heart. However, with Rainie's appearance, his behavior still showed concern for her.
My eyes stung a bit, and my appetite disappeared. I wanted to leave, but I was afraid Dylan would think I was too suspicious or immature. Rainie and her father had already paid and stood up, passing by our table. Peter kept his gaze straight ahead, as did Rainie, but I keenly sensed her biting her l
