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    His sister was in the photo. “This is my younger sister. She just started out in the civil service.”


    He then reached for his wallet and handed Brenna a business card. “Why don’t we swap contacts?”


    epting the card, Brenna called the number on it. Darwin received the call and saved her number.


    Soon, the dishes Brenna had ordered were served.


    Conversation flowed easily as they enjoyed the dishes. Every few minutes, Brenna’s phone would light up with a call from Ethan; she rejected every one of them.


    Darwin had a knack for keeping the conversation flowing effortlessly, and soon, Brenna found herselfughing and feeling rxed. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed herself.


    “Who is he?” Just then, a chilly voice broke through their conversation. Brenna’s head snapped up, and she found Ethan standing by their table, eyes narrowed in anger and phone clenched in his hand.


    Surprise flickered across Brenna’s face. She had picked the window seat on purpose, thinking Ethan might spot her if he passed outside.


    But she had been so engrossed in her conversation with Darwin that she hadn’t noticed Ethan walking by.


    “Mr. Mitchell!” Darwin stood up and extended a hand toward Ethan, smiling warmly. “What a surprise to see you here.”


    Surprise flickered in Darwin’s eyes. Judging by Ethan’s expression, he seemed upset, and he apparently knew Brenna. Could it be that Ethan and Brenna were friends?


    Recognition clicked into ce for Ethan. “Darwin?”


    He remembered thest time he had gone to ask the deputy mayor for help. When he had dinner with her, Darwin hade. She had introduced Darwin to him at the time.


    The two men shook hands. Ethan’s grip was stiff, his demeanor distant. It hadn’t yet dawned on him that Brenna was meeting Darwin for a date. He said, “Hope I’m not intruding. Mind if I join you? I haven’t eaten yet.”


    Brenna nced at the half-cleared tes before meeting Ethan’s eyes. “We’re already in the middle of lunch.”


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    “Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to join us?” Without waiting for permission, Ethan signaled for a waiter. “Bring me a te of spaghetti. Make it fast,” he said.


    Sliding into the seat beside Brenna, Ethan positioned himself so close to her that it was impossible to miss the possessiveness in his posture.


    Darwin’s smile faded, and his expression turned serious. He said to Ethan, “Mr. Mitchell, I think it’s rather impolite of you to sit so close to ady.”


    “She’s my girlfriend,” Ethan replied bluntly.


    “You and I aren’t together anymore, Ethan. Stop causing trouble for me,” Brenna said, her good moodpletely ruined.


    “So, you are on a date with him?” Ethan’s tone sharpened. He believed he hadn’t arrived toote; surely they hadn’t exchanged contact information yet.


    “Yes, that’s exactly what it is. And you know what? I think I like him. I’ve already broken up with you, so stop bothering me,” Brenna shot back, her frustration boiling over.


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