Her entire body went still. The name she had buried for years suddenly hung in the air like a ghost.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
He took a step closer, his voice calm but filled with something deeper
Her heart pounded wildly. "Leo… I—"
"Why did you change your name?" he asked, cutting her off. "whg did you disappear?"
I know we have an misunderstanding but still you shouldn't have left
She looked away, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
"It's… complicated."
Leo exhaled slowly, the pain in his eyes barely hidden. "All these where have you been?
"Then help me understand," he said, voice trembling slightly. "Because I've never stopped thinking about you, Kayla."
She blinked rapidly, fighting her emotions. "Don't call me that. That girl doesn't exist anymore."
Leo stared at her quietly for a long moment before stepping back.
"Maybe," he said softly. "But I can still see her — right in front of me."
Daisy turned away quickly, opening the car door.
"I have to go," she whispered.
"Daisy—"
But before he could say more, her bodyguard step in and held her hand to help her into the car. The car pulled away, leaving Leo standing there, watching her leave.
When she got home,Daisy sat on the edge of her sofa, staring blankly at the city lights outside her window. The apartment was quiet, pristine — untouched, just like she wanted it. But inside, chaos raged. Her heart was a battlefield of conflicting emotions: frustration, longing, anger, and love all tangled together in ways she didn't know how to unravel.
She clenched her fists, feeling the sting of tears she refused to let fall. Why does he have to be here? Why does he have to see me like this? she thought, hating herself for the way her chest tightened at the memory of his gaze. Every nerve in her body screamed that she wanted him, but every rational part of her screamed that she couldn't afford to let herself fall — not again, not when she was this exposed, this public.
Her phone buzzed suddenly, breaking through the storm in her mind. She glanced down.
It was a message from him.
"Can we meet tonight?
Her heart stuttered. She stared at the words, biting her lip. Part of her wanted to ignore it — to protect herself, to stay in control. But another part, the part that still remembered every laugh, every look, every touch, betrayed her.
After a long moment, she typed back hesitantly:
"Okay… a restaurant.Choose the location
She hit send, her hands trembling slightly. The mix of fear and anticipation made her chest feel impossibly tight. She hated herself for wanting him. She hated him for making her want him. And yet… she couldn't deny that she would go.
Tonight, she told herself, she would face him. And whether she liked it or not, she knew that nothing between them could ever be simple again.
The restaurant was quiet, the soft sound of music filling the air. Daisy sat by the window, looking out but not really seeing anything. Her heart was restless — she didn't even know why she agreed to come.
A few minutes later, Leo walked in. He looked nervous this time, not as confident as before. When his eyes met hers, he smiled faintly and walked over.
"Hey," he said gently.
She didn't respond right away, just crossed her arms and looked away. "You're late."
"I know," he said, sitting down across from her. "Traffic." Then, after a short silence, he sighed. "Daisy, I didn't come here to argue. I came to say I'm sorry."
Her expression stayed cold, but her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the table.
"I made a lot of mistakes back then," he continued, voice low but sincere. "I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I lost you instead. I've regretted it every single day since."
Daisy looked up slowly, her eyes meeting his. "And now you think a sorry will fix everything?"