Dave’s jaw tightened. Without saying a word, he walked past Bianca with a gloomy expression, heading to the opposite side of the table. He sank into a chair, crossing his legs and folding his arms defensively. His chin jutted out, exuding a cold disapproval that seemed to chill the atmosphere.

Bianca stole a glance at him, then quickly looked away, nervously fiddling with her glass. She couldn’t understand why Dave had reacted so strongly to her comment.

Maybe he wanted to keep their ...