bChapter /bb439 /b

    Sana’s fork crashed onto the table with a loud noise. But she couldn’t care less about picking it up.

    She stared in horror at Wesley, who had just sat down across from her. Her iface /itwisted with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

    Sana hadn’t told a single person about her birthday this time. ‘How could he possibly have found me? Are you kidding me? she thoughtb. /b

    “I just happened to be here for dinner and ran into you. Looks like we’re meant to be,” Wesley said casually, making up the excuse on bthe /bspot

    Sana red at him and ground her teeth. “You think I believe that?”

    Wesley calmly waved over a server to bring him silverware and turned back to her with apletely innocent expression. “Why wouldn’t you believe

    me?”

    His shameless attitude made Sana so angry she almost flipped the table. She tried to hold back but finally couldn’t take it anymore. She shot to her feet and pointed toward the door. “Get out! I don’t want to see you.”

    Wesley didn’t even blink at her furious outburst. “Look, you’re eating alone and I’m eating alone. Why don’t we just keep each otherpanybi? /i/bBesides, it’s your birthday today. If I leave and you have to eat by yourself, that seems pretty cruel.”

    “I don’t need you to worry about me, you bastard!” Sana shouted in rage.

    She was in this situation because of him in the first ce. If Wesley hadn’t kept bothering her all the time, she wouldn’t be sitting here eating alone right now. She should be celebrating with a bunch of good friends in a private room somewhere.

    Instead, Sana had no friends left and the guy who caused all her problems was here acting like he was doing her a favor. The whole thing made her

    furious.

    “Keep your voice down. You’re disturbing other people,” Wesley said gently as he arranged his silverware.

    Sana noticed the stares from nearby tables. Even though she was still angry, she reluctantly sat back down, feeling defeated.

    Wesley was right. She shouldn’t let her personal problems ruin other people’s dining experience.

    “Need me to help you with the sauce?” Wesley’s gentle voice broke through her thoughts, reminding her that he was still there.

    “I can do it myself,” Sana replied curtly, grabbing the sauce containers and making a mess of mixing them together,

    Wesley started to say something several times but held back each time.

    Sana took out her frustration on the sauce, mixing it aggressively. When the meat finished cooking and she finally took a bite, she realized the sauce tasted awful. Her mood sank even lower.

    ‘I’m such a failure,‘ Sana thought. ‘I can’t do anything right.’

    “Use this one instead. It’s clean,” Wesley said, sliding a perfectly mixed bowl of sauce toward her. Before she could protest, he took her botched sauce.

    away.

    She watched in shock as Wesley picked up a piece of meat and dipped it into her terrible creation. “Wait, don’t! That one’s ruined,” she said, trying to stop him.

    Wesley calmly ate the meat and considered the taste. “You’re right, it’s not great. Way too salty. But it’s edible enough.” He continued eating, methodically working his way through piece after piece of grilled meat until he’dpletely finished off her badly mixed sauce.

    Sana ate the sauce Wesley had carefully prepared, watching his behavior with mixed feelings she couldn’t quite bput /binte bvords/b.

    Sana couldn’t help thinking about how she’d eaten from that same bowl of sauce first, and now Wesley was eating bfrom /bbit /bbtoo/bb. /bb‘/bbDoes /bbthis /bbcount /bbas /bban /b

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    indirect kissb?/b‘ she wondered. ‘Did Wesley realize what this meant?

    bOf /bcourse Wesley did. While Sana was watching him, he was secretly observing her too, just keeping his nces subtle benough /bthat she didythene

    Wesley could see her embarrassment and the shyness she was trying so hard to hide, and the corners of his mouth carved up slightlyb. /bHe wash ba had been right.

    bAD /b

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