Bentley and Nova stepped into the company’s restaurant as it was break time. They found a table by the window, and as they settled into their seats, Bentley’s gaze drifted momentarily to the entrance. A woman was leaving the restaurant, her red hair catching the light in a way that made Bentley’s heart skip a beat. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw Ivy.
His brows furrowed in concentration, his lips pressing into a thin line. There was a slight furrow on his forehead as if he was trying to process whether his eyes had deceived him. The look on his face was a combination of confusion and disbelief, the kind that makes one question the reality of what they just saw.
Nova noticed Bentley’s distracted state and followed his line of sight. Her gaze shifted from him to the door, but the
