Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1810

James had made up his mind to marry her, even though he'd given up way more than just social connections for this relationship. Sophie sensed that despite his smile, the guy standing in front of her was carrying a heavy load of

disappointment in his eyes.

That feeling made Sophie uneasy, like she'd just said something that hit a nerve.

"I just... felt like I was being scrutinized, and it rubbed me the wrong way. It's not like I was aiming at you. You're actually a decent guy."

"No need to hand me the 'nice guy' badge."

James gave a slight smile and said, "This engagement isn't a big deal, but we'll wait until after you graduate college to call it off."

"Why?"

"No particular reason."

James set aside the takeout, saying, "The food's gone cold. Let's head out for a bite."

followed him. She suddenly remembered she'd left her homework in the conference room and was about to go fetch it, but James, almost reading her mind,

"Oh."

to the executive suite felt a bit cramped with just the two of them, and Sophie couldn't resist sneaking a glance at him. His stern features were straight out of a TV drama featuring a powerful

got into the car with James, still clueless about their dinner destination. They eventually pulled up at a low-key French

the

Sophie, please follow

VIP treatment for a high schooler. Sophie followed him into the restaurant, noticing it

seat by the window, and Sophie followed the waiter to the

"Why's this place empty?"

"I prefer it quiet."

"...Oh."

he had rented the whole place. Sophie sat across from James and, seeing the menu full of foreign dishes, cleared her throat and said to the waiter, "I'll have this and

sure you don't want to order anything

a bit unsure. James casually picked a couple

"Yes, Mr. Burke."

feigned fascination