Chapter Forty Four

Siegfried groaned and squinted as the sunlight slowly shone through his room through the bedroom window. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and pulled the blanket to cover his entire body. Even though he is thirty-three years old, he sleeps and wakes up just like a child. Then the man pulled off the blanket and got up. His eyes were still closed. He raised his hands to stretch and yawned. Then he ruffled his hair and slowly opened his eyes. This is his morning ritual.

Slowly, he realized that he was in Baguio and not Manila. Plus, the incident yesterday afternoon when Blaze fell from the horse made him more aware. He groaned in annoyance and dropped his body again. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "So that day really happened," he muttered.

"What really happened?"