One Fateful Night With My Ninong
“Killian, just curious—why is it so quiet here? No family? No… partner?”
He rested his spoon, wiped his lips with a linen napkin. “No wife, no girlfriend, no fiancée.” He met my stare head-on, eyes dark but sincere. “I’m a bachelor, Miss Villamor. Contrary to most assumptions.”
“Hard to believe,” bulalas ko, hindi sinasadya, sabay kagat ng labi ko sa hiya. “Sorry. None of my business.”
“That depends,” he answered softly, fingertips brushing the rim of his glass. “It becomes your business if it means you can sleep here tonight in peace.”
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