NAPAUBO si Sylvienne at nailuwa ang nainom na tubig.
When her eyes slowly fluttered open, the first thing she saw was a face—strikingly handsome, drenched in water, and twisted in concern.
Walang iba kundi si Ricci.
His hair, wet and clinging to his forehead, had droplets trailing down the strong lines of his face and jaw, glinting under the sunlight that pierced through the trees above.
“Finally, you’re awake,” he said, breathing heavily, clearly relieved to see her regain consciousness.
Sylvienne blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, but her eyes stayed on him. He looked dangerously handsome—every drop of water made him look more intense, more breathtaking. It was hard to think with him that close, looking like a man who could ruin her in every possible way.
“Ayos ka lang ba? M
