AFTER finishing her meal and cleaning up, Regina returned to Fabian's room. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened, revealing Storm. He greeted her with a bright smile.
"Regina, perfect timing. I'm about to leave, but before I go, I'd like to have a word with you," Storm said.
"What is it that we need to discuss, Mr. Iglesias?" she inquired, glancing briefly into the room. In case Storm's conversation was prolonged, she might be needed by Fabian.
She saw Fabian sitting on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed.
She heard Storm's faint laughter, prompting her to shift her gaze back to him.
"Is something amusing?" she asked with a furrowed brow. It bordered on seeming mad if this man just suddenly laughed.
"Mr. Iglesias? You're too formal, Regina.
