The atmosphere in the restaurant grew tense.

Molly could have denied it—there really wasn’t anything romantic between her and Brody.

With that said, Brody was her friend, and his mother had come all this way to meet her. If she denied it now, it would embarrass them and likely cost her Brody’s friendship. She didn’t have much to hold onto in life.

Besides, Ocelotte already had a girlfriend. Her denial would be meaningless. In her heart, she had given up on him long ago. It wasn’t letting go, either. It was giving up.

Under the stark white lights, Molly’s pale face appeared even more fragile. She lowered her voice and said, “Yes, I’ve started dating. Brody, you should know Mr. Ocelotte.”

Ocelotte’s gaze shifted calmly between Brody and Elle. His demeanor was reserved and detached. With his status, he had no obligation to exchange pleasantries, especially not with the man who now stood as Molly’s partner.

Finally, Ocelotte gave a faint nod and said indifferently, “Fell for