  Surprised 2.0
  &quot;YOU MUST HAVE been hungry during the trip.&quot; I looked at Mirasol, who was pouring juice into our long glass.
  I bit my lower lip. Suddenly it seemed like I didn t want to pick up the cutlery because of what she said.
  &quot;You should try my caldereta and kare-kare. That s delicious, hija!&quot; This promise is still valid.
  I no longer refused because she had already put me a dish on my plate. I looked up at Lawrence, his lips curved, not quite smiling but tilting as if they mean to.
  &quot;Uh, thank you . . .&quot; I said, stopping to take a deep breath.
  It was good that they immediately left, so I was able to eat normally even though I was aware of Lawrence s occasional glance at me.
  When we finished, he guided me to the second floor, which brought me even more excitement.
  &quot;What are we . . . doing here?&quot; My heart was beating wildly.
  &q

  Franco Fontanilla
  AFTER LOGGING OUT, I got bored getting up and wandering around the room. Until I thought about looking at the balcony, from here, I could see the wrangler jeep parked opposite the mansion.
  That was probably his brother Franco s car. I used to think he was an only child. In the family picture, because they were in Lawrence s condo, only three were in the photo. I just shrugged that thing and decided to go down because I felt thirsty.
  From the second floor, I could see the man Lawrence was talking to. Perhaps he is what they call brother Franco. I finally stepped down, causing me to grab his attention.
  His brown eyes were settling on mine, hard-rimmed and fixed. His dark brows were actually as graceful as Lawrence s. Like him, he has the chiseled body of an athlete, brooding muscles, and bulging features. He got that brown skin, and two blazing eyes were full of

  Surprised
  I ORDERED A piece of pastry, sandwiches, and creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream and coffee.
  I laid those well on the table, but before I could finish, I felt hands clasping my hips and his delicate kisses on my neck and cheeks.
  &quot;Hmm, good morning. How was your sleep?&quot; His voice was still husky from sleep.
  I was unable to answer because of the sequence of kisses on my neck down to my shoulders. I dare not to move. I dare not to even breathe as I felt his hand entering from below my bathrobe.
  My heart moved fast. I couldn t hear it, but damn! I could feel it, beating, pulsing, and thumping against my chest.
  &quot;It s better that we have breakfast so that we can go home early. I miss Clarence so much!&quot; I took a deep breath and tried to calm my heart.
  &quot;We will, but before that, I want to show you something,&quot; he said, then chose to sit 

Surprised 2.0
  &quot;YOU MUST HAVE been hungry during the trip.&quot; I looked at Mirasol, who was pouring juice into our long glass.
  I bit my lower lip. Suddenly it seemed like I didn t want to pick up the cutlery because of what she said.
  &quot;You should try my caldereta and kare-kare. That s delicious, hija!&quot; This promise is still valid.
  I no longer refused because she had already put me a dish on my plate. I looked up at Lawrence, his lips curved, not quite smiling but tilting as if they mean to.
  &quot;Uh, thank you . . .&quot; I said, stopping to take a deep breath.
  It was good that they immediately left, so I was able to eat normally even though I was aware of Lawrence s occasional glance at me.
  When we finished, he guided me to the second floor, which brought me even more excitement.
  &quot;What are we . . . doing here?&quot; My heart was beating wildly.
  &quot;See for yourself.&quot;
  He quickly grabbed the lock to open the door, where he took me

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