IT seemed like Regina was rooted to the spot where she stood. Why was Fabian here? San Mateo was far from Los Angeles. What was that man doing here?!
Regina let out a sigh and subtly turned away before he could see her. Just then, Clint came out of the driver's seat and walked towards her.
"Let's go, dear?" He took her hand. "Are you okay? You look tense," he said, then took off his sunglasses and stared at her when he noticed her blank expression.
She let out another sigh and shook her head. "Let's go," she said as she took hold of Clint's hand.
But Clint didn't seem to pay attention to her because his gaze was fixed on the car beside them.
"Clint, let's go!" she said firmly.
"Ah, yeah..." He cleared his throat and began to walk ahead.
When they arrived at their office in the hotel
