So she smiled again; her tone was gentle, like an elder advising a little child.
"Why don't you both exchange numbers? That way, Alex can contact you directly for dinner."
Adaline froze for a second. Her fingers tightened around her phone.
Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might leap out of her chest.
Exchange numbers?
She hesitated, but under the soft, expectant gaze of Mary and the calm, steady gaze of Alex, she felt cornered.
There was no polite way to refuse. Slowly, with small movements, she took out her phone.
Alex, on the other hand, pulled out his phone with natural confidence.
His lips curved into a faint smile as if he had already known the answer.
They exchanged their numbers quietly, the sound of buttons clicking filling the silence.
Adaline bit her lip. She knew very well that their worlds were far apart.
He was a man from a wealthy, powerful family, while she was just a medical student from a modest background.
