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.

head to dispel the thoughts in her mind. She held her head and then knocked it against the table. There was

it's not your first time being stuck on the plot. Take a

anymore," Sienna said as she wanted to cry. Feeling annoyed, she kept

haven't updated yet. If you don't think, you'll miss the deadline. Don't you want the 800 full

800? Full attendance?

She sat up straight and adjusted

making money is my priority. Men are all trash." The

away, Daniel was sitting at

a cup of coffee

smiled lightly. She curiously asked, "You used to only drink black coffee, when did

picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste

little better

missed the coffee she made for

far

When he asked for black coffee without

that it could cause someone's blood sugar to surge, and the amount of more

and it made

think about it. He couldn't help but

looked at him curiously. She asked, "Why do you look so happy when drinking

and lightly responded, "Yes, it's