Even so, Cross refused to leave in the end. With a dark, sullen expression, he pulled out a chair and sat right at the table next to Hayden's.
Hayden, meanwhile, gazed steadily at Camilla with a bright smile, acting as though Cross were nothing more than thin air.
On a rainy afternoon like this, the café was naturally quiet and nearly empty, making these two men stand out like a strange, eye‑catching sight.
Cross stared daggers at Hayden, his eyes blazing with open hostility. Hayden, however, kept his warm, gentle gaze fixed only on Camilla.
Unable to bear the tense atmosphere any longer, the manager pulled gently at Camilla's sleeve. "Camilla, it's pouring out there. Why don't you just call it a day and head home early?"
But the moment she changed out of her work uniform and stepped
