|Katherine|
“When are you going back to Manila?” I asked the moment we stepped out of the car. I tugged at the strap of my bag while waiting for him to catch up. Only when he fell into step beside me did I finally walk toward the hospital’s entrance.
“Tomorrow?” he answered, but the way his voice tilted upward made it sound more like a question than a certainty. The guard opened the door for us.
I glanced at him, brow arching. “You don’t have meetings lined up? Or anything important?” My tone came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it.
“I had a meeting with someone near your company,” he explained lightly, almost too lightly, as we walked down the hall toward the elevators. “So, I thought I might as well drop by your conference.”
I frowned, eyes lowering to the polished
