Camila's POV
We were eating when Matthew walked into the café with another woman. When he saw us, he walked straight toward our table.
I didn't want to talk to him, but since we were in a public place, it would be polite to at least acknowledge him.
As Matthew approached with his usual confident stride, I couldn't ignore the twinge of discomfort that gripped me. Henry, too, seemed uneasy, his expression guarded.
"Camila," Matthew greeted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fancy seeing you here."
I maintained a composed demeanor and nodded. "Matthew."
His eyes flicked over me, that sly smile never leaving his face. "And Camila, looking as stunning as ever. How have you been?"
I met his gaze with a cool reserve. "I'm doing fine, Matthew. What brings you here?"
Matthew gestured to the woman beside him. "Oh, just grabbing a coffee with a friend. Allow me to introduce Nina. Nina, this is Henry and Camila."