He’s Just Putting On an Act Chapter 2

Back in my own apartment, I sat on my bed and scrolled through my chat history with Danny.

We had texted every single day, from our school years right up to our corporate lives.

He had never missed a beat when it came to taking care of me.

He would bring me late-night snacks when I worked overtime. He would show up with an umbrella outside my office building before the rain even started.

Even when I casually mentioned craving a dessert from a bakery across town, he would drive forty minutes just to get it for me.

Yet, when I confessed to him yesterday, his immediate reaction was to push me away.

"Daisy, can you actually tell the difference between love and habit?" he had asked, sounding so clinical. "Do you even know what real love is before you throw a confession at me?"

I had been so angry and humiliated in that moment.

But thinking back on it now...

When he asked those questions, his eyes were darting around, his posture incredibly stiff.

Pff. What a total fraud.

I tossed my phone onto the bed.

On my first day back at my place, I didn't send him a single message.

Determined to play his little game, he didn't text me either. The chat screen remained dead silent.

The second day, still nothing.

On the afternoon of the third day, a notification finally popped up from Danny.

[Daisy, are you seriously not coming back to stay?]

Looking at the screen, my lips curved into a smug smile.

Oh, Danny.

Only three days and you're already losing your cool?

You have absolutely no game, yet you tried to play me. Hilarious.

I flipped my phone face down on the desk and went back to my work, leaving him on read.