Meanwhile, during lunch, another delivery arrived. This time, it was a box.
The moment the delivery man entered the cafeteria carrying it, several people turned their heads curiously.
He walked directly toward Danielle before stopping in front of her.
"This is for you."
Danielle did not even look at the delivery man. Her eyes remained fixed on the table as she asked quietly, "Is it from Asher?"
The delivery man nodded. "Yes."
Danielle's fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
"Then just go and deliver it to Angel. I am not the correct recipient."
The delivery man's expression became serious.
"It is for you. Even the flowers and chocolates were for you all along."
Hearing those words, Danielle gritted her teeth.
A strange mixture of embarrassment and anger burnt in her chest, and she was about to say something when Angel suddenly appeared behind her and gently tapped her shoulder.
Danielle turned around and looked at her.
Angel offered her a hesitant smile.
