Today, with Caleb's appearance and his undeniable advantages in every aspect, the colleague's hopes were completely dashed.
...
Seated in the Mercedes, I confronted Caleb with a stern expression. "What brings you here?"
Caleb replied simply, "I was looking for you."
I scoffed, "You must feel quite the accomplished hunter now that you've successfully trapped your prey."
"Sarah Young," he suddenly addressed me by my full name, his tone serious, "I have never considered you as prey. You are the one I truly love."
"Really? That's not what it seemed to me," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "You're hot and cold, close and distant. Is that your idea of loving someone?"
"When have I been hot and cold?"
"You kept turning down dinner invitations, yet you agreed to go to the hot springs. If that's not hot and cold, then you're a pure pervert!"
Caleb's lips twitched, as if he wanted to explain but was at a loss for words.
Zoe had warned him before he came that arguing with an angry woman was futile.
If you tried to reason with her, you were finished.
Caleb was not willing to face the dangerous end. So instead of arguing, he chose a more charming approach with me.