At the restaurant, when my eyes met Daniel's, the panic in them was evident. Feigning surprise, I walked over, holding the single-serving cupcake. "What a coincidence."
Daniel's eyes lit up instantly. "Babe, what are you doing here?" He was a natural, unfazed. He got up smoothly and gave me a big hug. But from the reflection in the glass window, I saw him discreetly take out his phone and send a message.
I gently pushed him away, my tone casual. "I heard the food here is good, so I came to try it."
"Oh? Are you meeting someone? Is it convenient? If not, I can go somewhere else." Independent and understanding, I appeared seemingly emotionally stable but actually adaptable and sensitive. This was my persona.
As a playboy, Daniel naturally wouldn't miss these subtle cues. He gently pu
