After finishing the call with Jacob, Dave turned to Morrison with a smile.
"Jacob said he's hosting a dinner tomorrow," Dave explained. "Wants to introduce you to some people."
But Morrison didn't look excited. In fact, he looked a little... off.
Dave frowned. "Didn't you say you were interested in meeting them? This is a great chance—"
"I know," Morrison cut in, his tone polite but distant. He forced a faint smile. "I guess I'm just tired from all the driving today. I'll be fine after a good night's rest."
Dave didn't press further. He nodded, accepting the excuse, though he couldn't quite figure out what had changed.
Meanwhile, Lilian had made her stance crystal clear.
"Dave, I'm begging you," she said firmly. "Don't set me up with anyone. I'm not in the mood for love—or anything like that."
