Jenna sat across from Jeffrey and Rex in the private dining room of the restaurant, her fingers drumming against the table as she locked eyes with Jeffrey. The air was thick with unspoken tension, but she wasted no time cutting through it.
"Tell me, Jeffrey," Jenna began, her tone cool and unwavering. "Is this meeting a setup?" She crossed her arms and leaned back. "I deliberately rejected every single appointment request from Rex, yet here I am, sitting at the same table with him. That doesn’t feel like a coincidence."
Jeffrey exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before offering her a sheepish smile. "I won’t lie to you, Jenna. I arranged this meeting knowing he would be here, but I had no ill intentions. I just… needed to make an exception this time."
Jenna arched a brow, unimpressed
