CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

She walked towards the counter as she placed her hand on it and made her order. She was so weak and needed to sleep. "I need a glass of Americano," Nicole said as she rested her head on her hand.

Raymond turned at the sound of the familiar voice he just heard beside him, and he saw a lady, but he could not see her face because she rested it on her hand. He waited silently for her to raise her face so he could see her face and know if she was the person he really needed to see.

"Ma'am, your drink is available," the bar attendant said as he tried to wake her up, but Raymond collected the drink and paid for it. "I will serve her the drink, so do not worry... you can get back to work," Raymond said, and the bar attendant nodded and continued what he was doing.

Raymond just wanted to try his luck as she stared at the lady in front of him.

She looked exactly like Nicole—her stature, her hair, her resembling voice.

He just needed to find out who the lady in front of him was. Then he rai