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The moment Peter heard it, he swiftly rolled up his car window. The black Maybach sped away like a phantom. Mark frowned with confusion, shouting, “Peter!”
The car didn’t stop, leaving only a dark blur.
“Hey, what the…” Mark wanted to complain, but he saw Ethan’s “Ethan, what’s wrong?”
bloodshot
eyes.
“Natalie…” Ethan’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He was jolted awake, about to jump out and chase after the
car.
Mark reacted quickly, stopping him.“Ethan, calm down. It might just be someone who looks like her. It’ll be awkward if you catch up and find it’s not her.”
Mark was also shocked. It had happened so suddenly; he didn’t look closely, but the woman did bear a resemblance to Natalie. However, given Ethan’s track record of mistaken identities, Mark was certain he was wrong. He tried to reason with Ethan.“How many times have you done this? She’s abroad. Even if she’s back, she wouldn’t be with Peter. They barely know each other.”
“That trench coat is not her usual style and she doesn’t wear makeup. She…”
Mark noticed Ethan’s cold gaze fixed on him, realizing he’d said too much. He shut up, starting the car in frustration.
“Anyway, it’s not her.”
Ethan’s lips tightened. He contacted a friend working at the airport. Putting down his phone, his gaze dark. He said to Mark, “Tell Peter I want to see him.”
Mark groaned.“Fine, fine.” Since Natalie left, Ethan had been gloomy and incredibly stubborn; he wouldn’t give up until he saw her.
Meanwhile, in the private room, I was acutely uncomfortable. I glanced at the man across from me. He was calmly cutting his steak, as if I were the only one who felt embarrassed.
My blind date was Peter, Ethan’s friend.
My gaze must have betrayed my feelings; Peter put down his cutlery and looked up.“What’s wrong? You don’t like the food?”
“I do, but…”
I took a deep breath, planning to make an excuse to leave. The next second, he said, “I heard you and Ethan broke up.”
“Mm–hmm.”
“When did that happen?” he pressed.
“A long time ago.”
I hadn’t expected him to ask that.
A glint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “Good.”
I
was puzzled, wondering if I should just leave. He said, “Let’s talk. It’s for Our
parents.”
I had to agree.
After dinner, Peter “considerately” offered to drive me home.
“I’m here. Thank you,” I said. Relieved, I grabbed my suitcase.“Goodbye.”
He stopped me. I turned. He held up his phone.“Friend me on Whatsapp.”
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His expression was still cool and detached, as if he was just being polite.
Hesitantly, I friended him on Whatsapp.
After I left, Peter smiled slightly at his phone. But the smile vanished when he saw a message from Mark.
