As she stepped into his car, Eugene's eyes lit up, a hint of excitement flashing across his face.
'Maybe she's finally interested…' he thought, trying to suppress his growing hope.
He started a casual conversation, his tone light, but Adriana wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.
"Why do you keep arranging these 'accidental' meetings?" she asked directly, her voice calm but sharp.
Eugene hesitated, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel.
"I… I realized I was wrong about you before," he admitted, his voice tinged with guilt. "I've been regretting it."
Adriana gave a small nod. "I forgive you," she said.
For a moment, relief flickered across his face.
But it vanished just as quickly.
"Now that you've apologized," she continued coldly, "stop trying to get close to me like this. I hate it when someone uses such methods."
Her words carried unmistakable disdain.
