Freya's POV
Mack Ben shook his head with earnest sincerity. "That's not how the Ben family operates. We don't obsess over luxury brands or expensive labels. If something catches our eye and suits our taste, whether it's from a boutique store or a street vendor, we consider it valuable."
His words left me speechless. I found myself nodding in amazement as I studied his face.
The waiter arrived with our drinks, momentarily breaking the flow of our conversation.
I wrapped my hands around the warm mug of hot chocolate, taking several comforting sips. The sweetness helped calm my racing heart and ease the tension that had been building inside me.
The question that had been haunting me for days finally spilled out. I set down my mug and looked at him curiously. "Mack, how exactly did you find me that Sunday night?"
Mack lifted his black coffee to his lips, taking a measured sip before answering. "Pure coincidence. I was there to pick up someone and happened to spot you."
