Lawrence's gaze was sharp and icy as he looked down at Miranda, his eyes simmering with frustration.
Miranda accidentally met his cold stare, her heart skipping a beat as her hand nervously clutched the hem of her chiffon blouse.
Lawrence took a deep breath, reining in his emotions, and after a moment, he turned away without a word, leaving the restaurant.
"Lawrence, where are you going?"
Rayne barely had time to think before grabbing her bag and hurrying after him.
Watching Lawrence's angry retreat, Andrew frowned, seemingly thinking of something.
He looked at Miranda, noticing her pale face, and gently took her cold hand. "Did he scare you?"
Miranda seemed lost for a moment, not fully processing his question. "What?"
Andrew gave her a warm smile, shaking his head and turning away
