But Travis had dismissed her interest at that time, saying, “There’s nothing special about that bakery. They just use advance bookings as a marketing gimmick to attract customers. If you want cake, I’ll take you to the shop next door—they have ready-made ones.”
In the end, Sheena hadn’t bought any cake at all.
Now, she realized that while the bakery might not have been special, people certainly could be.
She wasn’t special enough—not even for a simple cake.
“Sheena, Sheena?”
When she didn’t respond, Travis frowned impatiently. “If I’ve come looking for you, it means I’ve already forgiven you for what happened last time. You should know when to back down.”
Seeing that she wasn't responding, Travis dragged her inside the car. His expression remained sour.
Since their last unpleasant encounter, he had been waiting for her to lower her head and apologize. After all, that was what Sheena always did in the past. But this time, three days had passed without so much as a phone call or a text.
An unexplainable unease crept over him, as though something precious was slipping away from his grasp.