"Grandma is waiting. She will see us before she takes her afternoon nap" Dismissing their discussion, she mumbles after a while. The abrupt change of topic made him mentally smirk. But he is fully aware she had not conceded. "Lead the way" He gestures for her to walk ahead. However, she was surp
"Lam Cartagena. My honor meeting you, Madame Fuentebella" With such refinement in his manner, he places a polite kiss on the back of her soft wrinkled hand. "Cartagena...a visitor to Santocildes" she mumbles while trying to recognize such a name. "I'm only here for a job, Madame" helping her, he
"My shift will start at four. I need to leave" he mumbled after they left the matriarch's bedroom. The tense conversation with the old Fuentebella still lingers between them. "We could still grab a snack. McDonalds sounds good" Turning to the watch on her wrist, she sweetly smiles. But she earned
Yes, he saw everything and understood its implications. Any man would never miss it. It's the reason why he needs to tensely shift in his seat while trying to gulp down the quite hefty morsel inside his mouth. "Uhmm..." Clearing his throat, he grabs the drink to wash everything down. He almost ch
"You, Cartagena" Fifteen minutes before the start of his shift, Lam arrived at the hotel. He is about to enter the staff room to change into his waiter uniform when the kitchen manager calls him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Torres" He politely nods, standing a few feet from the manager. "You bring the
Reaching the back part of the hotel, he readily spotted the truck with the newly delivered supplies. A group was already getting ready to transfer whatever was inside the huge vehicle with their push carts. His presence earned him questioning eyes. More so when he started to help with the haul.
Sweat and flexing muscles are two things she didn't expect she would love to see. But watching him drenched in sweat while he labored with the cart full of heavy boxes affects her in a most pleasurable way. He looks dashing even in the most messy state. She was even tempted to rush to his side an
"Excuse me, Miss Abigail?" Still not able to understand what she meant, Mr. Torres tries to get clarification. He is totally lost on what to say. "Clean all this mess now, Mr. Torres" She casually points at the trash on the floor, daunting him to obedience. However, the man continues to gape at he