CHAPTER 15: Secret

Nala’s Point of View

I rested my chin on both of my hands while my elbows were propped up on top of the marble center table. I’ve been bored here for quite some time now. I had nothing to do and no one to talk to because Hugo was busy working.

“Yes. Please send me the document through my email. I want to see it myself,” Hugo said to the person on his laptop. “Nah. You don’t have to do that. I’m not in the Philippines right now. I’m in Toronto.”

My eyes widened at what I heard. Toronto?! He somehow traveled too far away from where we were, which was just in Phnom Penh!

He’s currently in an online conference meeting. He’s at the dining table while I’m in the living room, but I can still see him from where I’m sitting.

I’ve been trying not to burst out laughing here because he’s only wearing a white button-down long-sleeve shirt paired with a navy blue suit and a patterned tie. But what’s really funny is that instead of wearing slacks, all he’s wearing as bottoms are black boxer shorts a