Chapter 572

I glanced at Luke before getting into the driver's seat.

As we pulled away from the diner, I asked, "Did you notice Carter following me earlier?"

"When I passed by your place this morning, I saw a car parked nearby. The window was half down, and Carter was watching you with keen interest."

His gaze was predatory, like a lion eyeing its prey.

"Is that why you followed my car too?"

Luke replied, "There's a great bakery up ahead that serves amazing cinnamon rolls."

"I prefer savory breakfast foods."

"We can find a place that sells bagels and lox instead."

Luke's eyes twinkled with amusement.

His gentle words dissipated my annoyance. Realizing how emotional I'd been, I apologized, "I'm sorry, I wasn't angry at you."

"I understand."

"What do you understand?"

Luke always seemed to see through everything, never needing explanations. I remembered my expression when I received the bouquet of blue roses—a mix of joy and shyness—and furrowed my brow.

"I understand your frustration at