It was too hard not to look at Cross Montegro from Elizabeth’s desk. He was busy talking to his continuous callers of his telephone on his office table and elucidating about the business matters. She sighed and looked at her wristwatch. It was already three pm.
When they saw each other early in the morning inside the elevator, it was also the last time that Cross looked at her. Since they arrived together in his office, he immediately met errands on his work without even greeting or kissing her.
Elizabeth’s eyes went to Cross again who is now standing up in front of the huge windows that they could see the entire city of Manila. She furrowed her eyebrows while taking down notes on her planner that are related to Cross’ appointments.
Subconsciously, she was scratching the back of her fo
