Tessa felt a sense of familiarity, and with her reasonably strong memory, she immediately recalled that this man seemed to be sitting at the next table in the café earlier.
Tessa didn't intend to pay much attention; she just wanted to quickly hail a taxi and leave.
She deliberately increased the distance between them, walking ahead a dozen steps.
Suddenly, a hand gently grasped her from behind, "Katherine, how can you see an old friend and not say hello?"
Tessa was pulled backward by the force, her body unsteady, and she fell into a warm embrace.
At the same time, she was hit with an elegant man's cologne.
However, Tessa felt chills all over, quickly steadied herself, and distanced herself from him, "You've got the wrong person, I'm not Katherine."
"How is that possible? You are clearly Katherine," the man insisted. His gaze at Tessa was enigmatic and unfathomable.
"I'm not Katherine, you've got the wrong person," Tessa replied in irritation.
