THE next day, Portia woke up in a strange room. As soon as she opened her eyes, she hurriedly got up and looked around worriedly. When she saw her left arm with the cast, that's just when she remembered everything.
She sighed after realizing she's still here, she was still able to wake up, and like usual, she felt so tired to get up again and begin her day.
"Good morning!" Portia diverted her attention to the door that just opened. She saw her Tita Ricky with a maid holding a tray of food, "Breakfast in bed."
Portia chuckled, "You don't have to do this, Tita."
"It's okay."
Portia stared at the person.
What does he always do in his daily life? Aside from his business. Is this how boring his life is to actually take care of a stranger?
It's not that she is not in favor of him doing th
