At that moment, Alexander strolled out of his office, calm and unhurried.
Millie watched him approach and stood up. "Alex, how about we grab some lunch together? Maybe Italian?"
Alexander slid one hand into his pocket. His expression softened noticeably when he looked at Millie. "Sure."
As Danielle was leaving with Gian, she happened to overhear their exchange.
The truth was, Alexander never really liked Italian food. Back when they lived together, she'd made it at home several times, but he'd never even touched it.
Maybe it wasn't that he disliked the food itself. Maybe he just didn't want to share a meal with her.
When you're in love, you do everything willingly, every little thing feels sweet. The difference between being loved and not being loved—sometimes it's painfully obvious.
Gian glanced at Danielle, watching for any flicker of emotion on her face.
She looked calm, her expression unchanged, as if Millie and Alexander's not-so-subtle flirting didn't bother her at all.
He knew Alexander and Danielle were on the verge of divorce, but the papers weren't signed yet. And here was her husband, openly making lunch plans with another woman, not even trying to hide it.
The two of them—husband and wife—looked like complete strangers.
Anyone would feel a little hurt in her shoes.
Gian broke the silence. "What do you feel like for lunch today?"
"Anything's fine." Danielle brushed the topic aside, steering the conversation back to work within moments.
She didn't have energy to dwell on everything. Right now, she just needed to focus on taking the next step.
That afternoon, Danielle and Gian brought their completed project proposal to Mr. Hawthorne.
After looking over the documents, Mr. Hawthorne didn't hold back. He pointed out her mistakes, saying she'd lost her edge compared to her earlier years, and spent some time walking her through technical innovations.
"See, these are the kinds of mistakes you never would've made before."
Danielle listened attentively, taking his criticism in stride.
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