Julia was stunned when Lance suddenly appeared in front of her.
Once she recovered, her curiosity flared up intensely.
How did Lance find them? And his attitude towards Deanna seemed off.
With a sly glint in her eyes, she asked, "Oh, it's Mr. Mercer. Are you here to see Deanna?"
"Where is she?" Lance frowned and asked again, his tone cold.
Julia felt a bit scared but tried to stay calm. "Deanna went to the restroom. I saw someone follow her, maybe to confess their feelings. If you're looking for Deanna, you might want to wait..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the man turn around and walk away, radiating displeasure.
Watching him leave, she raised an eyebrow. With that attitude, she couldn't believe Mr. Mercer had no interest in Deanna.
Meanwhile, others who saw Lance leave turned their bright eyes toward Julia.
"Julia, who was that man? He looked so cool and stylish."
"Does he have a girlfriend? Do I have a chance?"
"Julia, my future happiness depends on you!"
Hearing these comments, Julia snapped out of her thoughts and rolled her eyes. "Give it up, girls. He's taken by my friend."
On the other side, Lance walked forward with a sour expression. His demeanor suggested he was going to catch someone in the act rather than just looking for someone.
Xavier couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Mercer, please calm down. Dr. Deanna is single now. Even if she wants to develop a relationship, it's not a big deal, right?"
"But she's the mother of my children!" Lance retorted angrily.
Xavier resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to persuade him again. "Dr. Deanna is indeed Missy and Mister's mother, but she's also unmarried and single!"
He reminded Lance once more, "And what identity are you going to use to take Dr. Deanna away?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Lance stopped in his tracks as if doused with cold water.
Yes, what identity could he use to stop Deanna now?
Seeing Mr. Mercer finally calm down, Xavier breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could relax completely, he saw Mr. Mercer start walking again.
He heard Mr. Mercer's cold voice. "I don't care. No one is going to be my children's stepfather without my consent!"
Watching Mr. Mercer stride away, Xavier felt helpless.
He hurried to catch up, hoping Dr. Deanna hadn't accepted anyone's confession; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle Mr. Mercer's wrath.
With Xavier's heart pounding in fear, they arrived at the restroom corridor one after the other.
As soon as they arrived, they saw Deanna standing not far away with a man in front of her.
Seeing this, Lance quickened his pace and got closer. Remembering Julia's words about someone confessing to Deanna, his face darkened.
His sharp black eyes scrutinized the man and compared himself to him.
This man was not as handsome as him, not wearing designer clothes, clearly not as well-off as him.
Such a man wouldn't catch Deanna's eye!
Oddly enough, Lance suddenly felt less tense.
Even so, he couldn't help but listen intently to their conversation.
Deanna hadn't noticed Lance's arrival.
After hearing Desmond's confession earlier, she politely declined, "I really don't have that intention. We can be friends, but anything else, I'm sorry."
Desmond couldn't hide his disappointment but was unwilling to give up so easily.
After all, it was rare for him to meet a girl who matched his ideals so well.
"I know this is sudden. I'm willing to start as friends with Miss Jones. I just hope Miss Jones can give me a chance to pursue you."
"Mr. Miles, to be honest with you, I was dragged here by Julia today. I have no intention of dating or starting a family. Besides, this is our first meeting; I can't develop anything beyond friendship with someone I just met. Even as friends, I don't want to lead anyone on because I know such friendships aren't pure. So nothing's ever gonna happen between us."
Deanna rejected him again, very straightforwardly.
Desmond's smile faded instantly.
He looked at Deanna helplessly and said with a bitter smile, "In that case, I won't bother Miss Jones anymore." Deanna nodded.
Seeing that the woman showed no intention of asking him to stay, Desmond turned and left in disappointment.
He hadn't walked far when he saw Lance standing in the corridor and was surprised.
The man in front of him was exceptional in both appearance and demeanor, clearly out of his league.
But that had nothing to do with him; he looked away indifferently.
Thus, the two men passed by each other...