Nang makita ko si Digby sa hallway ng MCC kinabukasan, hindi ko alam kung ang puso ko ba ay lalakas o tuluyan nang bibigay.
He stood there, talking to a client with his usual Montrose poise—dark slacks, perfectly pressed dress shirt, and that intimidating presence that screamed power. The staff around him looked composed, but I could see it—the tension, the reverence. That was Digby Montrose.
And yet, all I could see was the man crying beside his brother the night before.
The man who whispered a promise to protect me, even when he knew I might never love him back.
I bit my lip.
No. I couldn’t let that get into my head. I had to remain distant. Still. Cold.
He finally turned and saw me—our eyes locked for a fraction of a second.
I looked away first.
Hindi ko alam kung ilang hakbang
