Meanwhile, the dating saga of the Bennet men continued.
Slater's eyes sharpened, fluttering his eyelashes at the woman in front of him. By the looks of it, he was sitting across from his nemesis — even though he never had a nemesis, according to him. He was too pretty to have a nemesis.
The woman seated across from him couldn't help but gulp nervously. Her trembling hand reached for the glass of water near her, turning to the side as she took a sip. From her point of view, she felt suffocated by Slater's aura.
'What is wrong with him?!' she wondered to herself, almost on the brink of crying as she peeked at him. 'Why is he glaring daggers at me?! Did I say something wrong? But all I said was hello!'
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Meanwhile, in the same restaurant but at a different table…
