“Clifford…”
My whole world seemed to have shattered when I saw him standing in front of our gate. Why is he here? I thought he won’t be here until the next month?
He turned to my direction and looked at me with serious eyes. His brows are furrowed and his face doesn’t show any humor.
I looked at him from head to toe. It’s been months since we saw each other and I can see a drastic difference from how he looks. He’s gotten thinner and darker. There were some scars on his arms like those that healed from lacerations. His eyes look exhausted from the long flight but there was one thing I was sure that didn’t change—his stare. It still makes me tremble every time he’s giving me a serious look.
“You were not in your office,” he uttered in a low baritone.
I bit my lip. Did he go there?
