Kane's gaze froze the instant it landed on that familiar figure.
A dull ache suddenly bloomed in his chest, the rising heat blurring his vision, making him unable to tell if it was the alcohol talking or longing consuming him.
He'd been trying to extract himself from his feelings for Sheila for some time now.
He threw himself into the group's projects, even going to Singapore and staying for over a month.
But every time night fell, memories would flood in like a tide—the curve of Sheila's eyes when she smiled, the way her nose would wrinkle slightly when she was angry, the warmth that was once within his reach, now all turned into the cruelest torment.
So he had to numb himself with alcohol, only drinking until he was barely conscious could he get a good night's sleep.
"Sir, your ske
