DANIELLE'S POV
I nod, forcing another smile even though I want to scream.
Patience.
Easy for him to say when he's not the one watching the man he loves slip further and further away.
We finish the rest of our meal in relative silence, the conversation drifting to trivial topics I couldn't care less about.
By the time Wilson finally stands to leave, I'm more than ready to get the hell out of here.
"I'll be in touch," he announces, adjusting his suit jacket. "And remember, Danielle. Don't do anything rash. Let me handle this."
"Of course," I reply smoothly. "I trust you."
He gives me one last approving nod before turning and walking out of the restaurant, leaving me alone at the table.
The second he's out of sight, my fake smile drops.
Useless.
That's what he is.
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