IT WAS nearly six in the evening when the apartment door opened. Nag-angat ng mukha si Neriah mula sa dining table kung saan siya ay nakaharap sa kaniyang laptop at nag-e-edit ng mga nakuha niyang larawan.
“You’re home.”
“Hm.” Lucien hummed.
He stepped inside, but instead of walking toward her immediately, he awkwardly remained by the doorway. Parang nahihiya na siyang ipakita kay Neriah ang dala niya.
Napansin ni Neriah na may itinatago si Lucien sa likuran nito.
Naningkit ang mata ni Neriah. “Lucien.”
“What?”
“Anong tinatago mo?”
“Wala.”
“Sinungaling.”
Tumayo si Neriah at naglakad patungo kay Lucien. The closer she got, the more suspicious she became.
“Mr. Verdan.”
“Hm?”
“Show me.”
Lucien let out a defeated sigh. He really can’t win against Neriah. “…fine.”
Slowly, he
