Meliza's POV
I felt the blood drain from my face, my stomach twisting into a violent knot.
His gaze met mine, and he didn't say anything for a long, torturous moment.
Then, he smirked. I knew that look.
I had seen it countless times before, the kind of smirk that meant he knew exactly what I was thinking and was enjoying every second of it.
My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. "You..." The word barely made it past my lips; my voice strained between disbelief and sheer frustration.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression the perfect mixture of amusement and mock innocence. "Surprised?"
I opened my mouth to respond—to say something, anything—but my mind was still catching up to the sheer absurdity of this moment.
This had to be some kind of cruel joke.
Had he known all along? Was this why he had pushed me to have lunch with him? Why had he stalked me, watched me rush back here, knowing damn well I'd be running straight into him?