The Wrong Woman

The woman had a pure and elegant appearance. She dressed in a noble manner, unlike anyone from the town, appearing very unfamiliar. The man was Daniel.

Sienna sat down abruptly. She nervously lowered her body and used the back of the sofa to cover herself.

Jane was puzzled, so she asked, "What's wrong? Can't write anymore?"

Sienna forced a smile. She said quietly, "I'm taking a break, you can continue."

Jane didn't hold back her sarcasm, "Your typing speed is slow, who knows how long it will take for you to catch up to me, you're so lazy."

Sienna's mind was no longer on the plot. She cautiously turned around to sneak a peek. She stuck her head out and saw there was a man and a woman in front of her.

Seeing Daniel was sitting with his back to her, she breathed a sigh of relief and then sat properly.

There were three seats between them, so she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

However, the woman sitting across from Daniel was very elegant.

Although Sienna had already decided to reject Daniel, at that moment, she felt very sad and uncomfortable.

She had been wondering who this woman was and why Daniel wanted to have coffee with her alone.

Perhaps, Daniel had said "I like you and want to marry you" to many women.

Sienna shook her head to dispel the thoughts in her mind. She held her head and then knocked it against the table. There was a light bang.

Jane laughed and patted Sienna's shoulder, comforting her, "Don't worry, it's not your first time being stuck on the plot. Take a break and think slowly, don't rush."

"I don't want to think anymore," Sienna said as she wanted to cry. Feeling annoyed, she kept thinking of Daniel.

"You haven't updated yet. If you don't think, you'll miss the deadline. Don't you want the 800 full attendance bonus?"

800? Full attendance?

Sienna instantly felt energized. She sat up straight and adjusted her long hair.

Sienna started to convince herself, "Yes, career is my true love, and making money is my priority. Men are all trash." The next moment, she plunged back into the plot and continued to type.

Not far away, Daniel was sitting at another table.

Daniel ordered a cup of coffee with milk and sugar.

Vivian Ludovic smiled lightly. She curiously asked, "You used to only drink black coffee, when did you change your taste?"

Daniel picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was sweet and fragrant as it entered his mouth.

Indeed, it was a little better than the coffee Sienna brewed.

However, he still missed the coffee she made for him.

Sienna was far too stubborn.

het

Back then, she took advantage of him when he was blind. When he asked for black coffee without milk or sugar, she insisted on going against him.

The coffee she made was so sweet that it

milld cause someone's blood

sugar

surge, and the amount of

more than the amount of

coffee.

Just one sip and it made his throat ache.

Daniel lowered his gaze to think about it. He couldn't help but laugh.

Vivian looked at him curiously. She asked, "Why do you look so happy when drinking coffee? Is it really that good?"

Daniel retracted his smile and lightly responded, "Yes, it's quite delicious."

Vivian reached out to take the coffee without hesitation. She said, "Let me try."

Daniel grabbed her wrist and said with a cold expression, "Order your own, don't drink mine."

Vivian pursed her lips and smiled lightly. She then slowly withdrew her hand.

Daniel's expression became somber. He said calmly, "Say it, what do you want from me?"

Vivian felt very guilty and

remorseful. She murmured softly

"I'm sorry, Daniel. For the past year,

I've been feeling very guilty for

causing you to suffer so much andContents belong to NovelDrama.Org

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"I feel very sorry for you. I'm blaming myself and crying every day. I really..."

Vivian cried her eyes out.

Daniel seriously looked into her eyes and tears.

He thought to himself, "Actors are really amazing. Her eyes haven't turned red yet, but tears keep falling. She can cry as long as she wants."

Daniel kept looking into her eyes, making Vivian feel a little flustered.

After all, he was a police officer. His thoughts and perspectives were different from normal civilians.