Monica firmly shook her head. “I don’t even know that man. Is Mr. Ferrer holding some kind of grudge against him?”
Walang bahid ng pagsisinungaling sa magandang mukha nni Monica. Matingkad ang mga mata nitong parang kristal—malinaw, inosente. Alexander’s eyes were sharp and piercing, like those of a hawk, as if he could read every thought running through her mind.
Tahimik itong tumitig kay Monica.
“Kung hindi mo siya kilala,” mahinahon pero malamig na sabi nito. “Bakit kanina parang hindi ka mapakali? Nararamdaman ko ang kaba mo.”
Huminga si Monica, pinilit magpakatatag.
“Gusto lang kitang paalalahanan,” paliwanag niya sa propesyonal na tono. “Matanda na kasi ‘yung tao. Kung hahabulin mo siya at may mangyaring masama baka mapanagot ka,” ani niya pa….She was serious. Hindi iyon simplen
