As the car sped away, the wind brushing against her face, she clenched her fists tightly. "What's wrong with that man…?" she muttered under her breath.
.....
Over the next few days, their paths kept crossing.
Coincidences piled up: unexpected encounters in streets and brief moments where their eyes met before Lucas walked away as if she didn't exist.
At first, he ignored it, assuming she would eventually give up.
But she didn't.
And one day, she finally cornered him.
That day, Lucas had come for a site inspection.
As soon as Lucas stepped out of the car, adjusting his cufflinks with a calm, indifferent expression, he noticed a familiar figure standing near the entrance.
Kayla was already there.
The moment her eyes landed on him, she straightened, her grip tightening around something in her hand.
Then, without hesitation, she jogged toward him, her steps quick and determined.
"Lucas!" she called out, slightly out of breath as she reached him.
